Miss Chilandrra sat up in her chair and lifted the boys chin so his eyes met hers. She looked at him sternly, "No long faces at my hotel." She smiles at him before continuing, "Well, if you don't plan on staying for the night at least stay for the party. You'd be missing out if you didn't!" She reclined in he seat a little. "I'll have a swim suit brought to you, if you wish. It may seem odd, but some men go a little crazy and end up leaving some of their luggage. We hold onto it until they come back, but after a period of time, it becomes the Hotel's, and we allow the guests to use them, if necessary. Don't worry, we thoroughly wash every article of clothing we get. Think about it, darling. The water is cool, the day is hot, and this is the last stop for miles, until you hit a little gas station down the road aways. Then it's mile after tedious mile of burning desert road until you eventually find Las Vegas." She leaned back enticingly. "If you don't want to go for a swim you could always just join me here in the shade."