Here is a true story:
I was accepted to graduate school on the other side of the country. To save money, I stayed in the cheapest hotels. For hotels and gas, I put the charge on my one and only credit card (which my parents would pay off as a graduation present).
After several hours of driving, I pull into a cheap motel to check in. I didn't bother to ask the price, this particular hotel looked about as cheap as I could get. (This was in the pre-internet days).
I have the clerk my one and only credit card. However, he said his machine was done, and he would have to go next door. After he left, with my card, I realized he didn't even have a name tag on. He wasn't behind the counter when I entered the lobby. I began to fear I gave my credit card to just some random guy who pretended to be a desk clerk. I waited and waited, getting more worried by the moment.
After I went next door. Next door was a large house, which, based on the parking lot, had been turned into some type of business. Inside, the A/c was going full blast. across a large room, I see the clerk talking to a middle-aged woman. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a young woman in a bikini. I thought to myself, "I didn't a dump like this would have a pool.'
From across the room, I announce, "I came looking for my credit card."
The woman tells the clerk something, and he and I head out to the door. As we exit, I see a woman in a negligee, but don't pay her any attention. I have my card back and a bed for the night.
As I settled into my room, I finally realized that next door was a brothel.
The bed was comfortable, and, except for twice, hearing the clicking of high heels in the hallway quiet.