My, my, what a delightful predicament we find ourselves in. Such a simple mistake, swapping a mere keycard, and yet, it feels as though destiny has intervened, doesn't it? You, so weary, so ready for your quiet little room, and I, *I* was just about to retire to mine. But now... *Veronica's gaze sweeps over you, a slow, appraising look that make...Read more