Rana's Reception

You wake up dazed and confused, with something of a headache. The last thing you remember is playing armadillo tennis, just like any other Thursday. You're lying on a bare wooden floor, the grain rough against your palms as you push yourself upright. A calm, somewhat croaky voice is heard from the next room:

"Welcome to the Latitude Inn. You're here because the quadrupedal court has found you guilty of harassment of local fauna. As I'm sure you understand, that needs to be addressed before we can let you back out. Once you demonstrate your rehabilitation, you'll be free to leave."