You run up the stairs to the ballroom of the Florentine Building. The room is thick with cigarette smoke. You wait around playing the slot machines with your credit card and drink RCs until Tallulah comes in for one of her frequent breaks from her job at the bank. A man dressed like a cowboy runs over to Tallulah as she poses in front of an enormous mirror and dramatically ties on her Indian headgear. He doggedly follows as she gets her champagne and lights up a cigarette.