[In the blink of an eye, Taiwan is suddenly no longer at her house on Beulah Street. Instead of her usual pink qipao, she's got the proverbial 'little black dress' thing going, just barely concealing some lacy unmentionables underneath. Her eyes are as wide as saucers as she tries to get her bearings, but of course the first thing she notices is her husband Netherlands there in the room with her. Looking around, it doesn't take her long to figure out what's going on, or even where they are.]
"...It really is a love hotel. I don't believe this."
[She springs up from her seat, trying the door. It's locked, of course, but that doesn't stop her from desperately jiggling the handle and banging on it for about a minute.]
"We're locked in!"
[Grumbling, she goes over to sit on the bed, folding her arms.]
"Well, that's just great."
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