Hotel at Innsmouth

She had arrived at the hotel in a state of confusion. - In her hand was a brochure, which she had the impression someone had put there, but she couldn’t be sure. - Then the receptionist had called the bellboy who’d picked up her suitcase, and she’d found herself following him, dumbly, to the lift.

Your first time in Innsmouth? The bellboy asked.

The question took her by surprise.

Yes, she said slowly, it’s my first time.

Well, said the bellboy. Innsmouth is a nice little place.

Yes, she said, deciding to play along. It looks nice in the brochure.

The bellboy smiled:

Rove’s done a good job with that. Really got the feel of the place.