Marisol smiled at him "You don't need to be so formal. I am in my 20s, not fifties. And yes, it is, come on in." She opened the door further to let him in. "You can pick whatever room you wish that is available, and make sure to read the rules, alright?" She pointed to the frame where the rules were posted. "Welcome to "Oasis" as this place is called" She greeted "I am Marisol, by the way. I run this home" She introduced, finally reaching to pull her hair out of that contricting bun. Her long, thick black hair falling in waves to rest at her shoulders. "I hope that I can help you here"