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It's a hotel, you should be having fun not worrying! Screw the door, let's see what stuff they have lying around here.

You start to look around at the detail that the ballroom has in each of its belongings. The tables are a polished silver and the chairs are made of a sturdy wood. The bathrooms smell of lavender and have crystal embedded around the mirrors.

You stroll over to what seems to be a rusty stand in which live bands would perform in the evenings, but why is it rusty? It seems that this place is very much alive and thriving, so wouldn't this glorious ballroom be used often?

Your eyes find a plaque with the words "forgotten artist" written lightly on it. You reach out your hand to stroke it and - CREAK - a door opens up behind you.

Yikes, what should we do now?