The night was spent at an inn.
The inn seemed to have been around for some years, and as soon as they stepped inside, a cloud of dust mixed with a faint musty smell assaulted their faces.
A group of pampered daughters of the wealthy immediately showed looks of disgust.
"My goodness, how long has it been since this inn was cleaned? There's even a spider web on the ceiling, and I'm terrified of spiders!"
"Look at this dust on the floor, it's thicker than my mother's face powder! I can't stand it!"
"There isn't even a waiter to greet us as we enter. With such poor service attitude, no wonder the business is so dead!"
...
The young ladies' incessant complaints suddenly brought the desolate inn to life.
"Within a hundred li, this is the only inn. If you ladies disdain it, please feel free to turn left and leave."
