The woman led the Happy Mask Salesman to a large room. It wasn't really big, just large in Gerudo standards. It had a fire pit in the center with a hole in the ceiling above it. He wondered how they kept rain out, but then figured they didn't have much to worry about in the area of precipitation in the desert. 

In one corner, there was a large plush cushion that would serve as his bed. There were thin silky curtains hanging around it and from the ceiling. Closer to the fire pit, but still in a corner, was a low table with cushions on the floor for sitting. There was already a pot of tea and a few cups sitting on it. A fire was burning lowly in the pit. 

The room had a homey feel to it. It was exotic in a few ways, but not strangely so. It was pleasant.

He gave the woman a smile and pressed a red rupee into her hand. She had told him that she wouldn't charge him, but he refused to let her do that. Even though he knew the room would definitely cost something more like eighty rupees, he couldn't really afford that. So he settled with twenty. 

The woman smiled graciously and bowed several times. She was very kind and pleasant. He knew she'd need that money to keep her business afloat.