The organizer was surprised, "What?"
Rodney seemed to be vexed, "I thought the special services you provided were for gays like me. But later, I saw there were all girls on the third floor. However, I had to choose one since everyone else did."
"I thought I'd talk to you later, but the fire broke out." He spread out his hands and his fingers were very clean. And there was a ring on his ring finger. He might be a married man like Ferne.
"You said you like men?" The organizer looked at him doubtfully and asked after a while, "What type?"
Rodney laughed and pointed at Ferne, "Like him."
Ferne had nothing to say.
"Alright, it's our fault for mistaking the guests' needs." Although the organizer was dubious about what Rodney just said, he managed to restrain his fierce-looking and asked sharply, "But, can you tell me why the girl in your room disappeared?"