A Person with Means

When the waiter saw the lady's smiling face, he felt the sanctity of her being and was enamored.

"Waiter?" The lady urged.

"Oh, we only have four third-class rooms left." The waiter returned to his senses and blushed.

Only four rooms, how was that enough for them?

"Make him get us twenty rooms." The leader of the group said.

"This…" The waiter was distressed. "Sorry, Master. We have rules here. First come, first serve. We can't drive those ahead of you out."

"Can't?" The man raised his voice up again. The whole inn could hear him.

The lady beside him held him back. "Senior Brother, since there's not enough here, let's find another inn."

After, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Don't forget our purpose for coming out this time."