Rain. Of course it's raining on your night out. Somehow you got lost driving home from a close friends wedding. Finding yourself in a weirdly quite city. You drive about blindly and slow, you look to be the only one on the road save a few parked cars. You must have dried for hours, not a single gas station in sight. As soon as you notice that part, your gas light began blinking violently. What where you gonna do now? Night was begining to fall, you had no idea where you where, and your car was minuets away from running out of fuel completely. But what's this? A large tower like hotel at your side with a busy, but not packed car park. Pulling in, and rushing through the rain, you enter the tall building. Your hit with a calm, pleasant little lobby. It seems the size of a small cafe. A smooth polished wooden plank floor replaces the concrete streets you rushed along to get in. The walls are a light yellow cream like color with wooden beams that match the flooring breaking it into sections at random. At the far end of the room, a slightly darker polished wooden desk sits humbilily to the side.on it, a small silver bell and large guest book. Next to the desk, a small pinky green door. Probably how to exit the lobby and head to your room. Truly entering the hotel as a Patreon. No one is behind the desk, so you ring the bell with a silly smile and slight snicker. Quickly, a short but slender man with light red ish hair and a calm clear face meets you. He gives a friendly smile "welcome to oasis hotel sir. What is your budget? "