Vampi Cheap Hotel...

The night is dark and violently rainy, and after failing to find an open gas station you decide to check into a cheap motel far from the highway.
The clerk never meets your eyes--until he hands you the keys. He says "Girm in your room?" or something you can't quite understand.
Back out in the rain, you follow the chain of doors to cabin twelve, all the way at the end of the low building. The key squeaks but turns and you tumble into the darkness, dropping your soaked bag and groping for a light switch. But before you can find one, a voice murmurs out of the shadows and a 40-watt lamp bulb ignites.

"This your room?" She is a striking black-haired girl, skin as pale as the Moon, and she drills you with an icy and glassy stare.
"Well, yeah, I guess" you respond awkwardly "But what are you doin' in it?"
Then you realize the clerk never said "girm", he must have said "girl", and this must be her. "Wait a sec, lady--I know who you are--you're that Vampirella gal I seen in the magazine store!"
The raven-haired woman then rose perfunctorily and moves toward you, saying nothing. As she stands only inches away, you feel your heart thumping and pumping blood wildly to your eyeballs as if under some great pressure through heavy canvas fire-hoses.
"Do you like--come with the room?" He was instantly sorry he'd spoken, as she countered his comment with a look of complete and wearied disgust. She turned on one black high heel and grabbed a raincoat and umbrella he hadn't noticed.
"I used to, pal--USED TO." You flush with embarrassment but are aroused enough to query "Well, why not?" She fired him one last cold glance before slamming the door into the wet fury of the storm.
"Why should I 'do it' with some kook who reads comic books?"