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[center][h1][color=B37097]Pandora Quill[/color][/h1]
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[I]Location: Wichita, Kansas - Streets
Skills: Persuasion, Deception[/I][/center]
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Pandora wasn't expecting to have to maintain the act, but if help was being offered, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She mustered up another sob, [color=B37097]"Aw thank you so much. I appreciate it."[/color] She allowed the woman to lead her to the motel, parting ways and she stepped inside. It wasn't a hotel, but it would provide a roof for a bit. She walked to the front desk, debating on lying about her identity, but she decided the work was too much effort. So she provided her ID and got the room.

She was on edge now as she entered the room. It appeared normal. Queen size bed, bathroom. Nothing out of the ordinary except....was that a peephole? Pandora rolled her eyes. Of course, she would have a room where someone looked into the bathroom. She inspected the hole, seeing the other room. It was dark, save for the light coming off the computer. The hole was too small to be plugged up, but she found some tape in the bedside table and taped the hole. She wasn't about to let some pervert peep on her if she could help it.

Though she debated what to do. Did she stay the night or head out, in case she was being followed again?