[Lucid:]

Lucid stepped out of her cab and handed the driver a wad of cash. When he sped off, she stopped to admire the beginnings of the sunset. It was late in the first day of check-ins, and Lucid knew this would make a fine entrance.

Lucid admired the fine architecture of the hotel as she entered. It was trendy; edgy - but not too over the top. Perfect for her tastes. Lucid approached the front desk and warmly addressed the woman working there. "Hello, my name is Lucid. I believe Miss White has a reservation for me?"