With his hips swaying left and right, Igram finally scored on a target. He had spent the last five hours in the hotel lounge trying to attract any rich man's attention. He was almost giving up when an old man approached him and asked if he could accompany him to his room.
He knew the odds of landing a score were low considering the place and time, but he had been patient enough and it paid off. He followed the old man all the way to his room and immediately asked for the bathroom.
He quickly walked to the bathroom and completely shut the door. He was not in the mood for any chit-chat. His legs hurt, he was hungry and needed a lot of rest. He looked in the mirror at the tired face reflecting back at him.
He was so angry at himself, shapeshifting into a woman only showed his level of desperation and he hated it. He had sworn never to reach us in desperation, but it looked like he was chewing on his own words.
