
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
adjusts imaginary bow tie while rolling eyes
Listen, I'm apparently trapped narrating how a hotel concierge got bit by some bougie vampires and now manages their daylight resort operations. Because nothing says "horror cinema" like customer service, am I right? This Crimson Concierge went from "Can I get you fresh towels?" to "Can I get you Type O Negative?" faster than you can say "Transylvania 6-5000." Now they're coordinating blood deliveries with the same energy as a Marriott front desk. Will their Yelp reviews mention the fangs?