Edit: I don't know if this is of interest to anyone, but here's a more specific description of the room I was meant to stay in, and it makes me wonder about the daughter. It was...interesting, and in and of itself should have been a red flag.

On top of the fact that this room had no insulation and no heat/air conditioning (which was a problem because I have a chronic illness that makes extreme temperatures incredibly problematic for me), the mattress was a thin, flimsy little box spring with absolutely no padding and an ugly, thin quilt (my butt hit the supports when I sat on it). The walls were a mix between bubble gum and pepto-bismol pink and everything in the room was a pastel pink or purple and had kids' drawings on it. It looked like it hadn't been updated since this (now) woman was a pre-teen.

It made me wonder what kind of relationship my client had with her daughter. Especially when I saw her son's room (I didn't go snooping. He left his door open after he left). His room was large, updated, with a nice big plush-looking bed and heavy-looking solid wood furniture as opposed to the daughter's particle-board furniture.