The chief arrived at the hotel. He was a fan of combining his culture with modern practices, so he wore a tailored suit and expensive Italian leather shoes as well as his headdress.
He approached the reception desk.
"Good morning, sir. How may I help you?" beamed the blond receptionist.
"I'd like to stay for two nights," said the chief.
"Do you have a reservation?"
A ball of tumbleweed blew across the tiled floor of the reception area.
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