The Tuxedo Guest Checks In

Your excited shout meant our VIP had officially touched down! I rushed straight to the front desk, tapped the brass bell with a snappy hop—ding!—and there he was: a snazzy fellow looking remarkably like my reflection, all dressed up in his dapper tuxedo! I immediately grabbed my soap-dish luggage cart, wheeled over his tiny felt satchel, and gave him the grandest concierge bow my plush waist could manage. Leading him down the red velvet ribbon to the teal jewelry box penthouse, I pointed out the golden wrapper duvet and the shiny silver button vanity tray. He gave a polite, dignified wobble of approval, settled comfortably into the silk folds, and left a shiny green paper token right on the wooden spool desk. Five-star review secured!