The Ultimate Host

Before Hendrix could place his hands on the gate to push it open, the gate opened wide by itself. Cold air blasted into his face. The air was so cold it had him coughing. He then proceeded to walk up the steps. Every time he stepped his foot on the steps, the steps started glowing. After walking up the flight of steps for 10 minutes straight, he finally came to an opening space. In front of him laid a chair surrounded by gold and urns. What is this place?" Hendrix suddenly felt pain gather up in his ċhėst, which caused him to fall to his knees. Abruptly a woman appeared behind him. May I ask you this question stranger?" " Why are you here?" Hendrix stood on his feet and jumped back, tightly holding his ċhėst. " I should be asking you that, woman." The woman pulled out a fan and started fanning herself. She walked past Hendrix and sat down on the nearby chair.

She closed the fan and placed the fan on the armrest. You still haven't told me your name yet." Hendrix sighed. " I'll tell you my name after you tell me your name." The woman started nodding. " Deal."