Business or pleasure or something else

I booked my hotel on the internet a few months in advance using the lowest possible rate as my only criteria. Two stars isn't five but it isn't none either. Turns out it's one of those places where you can't even enter the lobby. The clerk slides your paperwork and room key through a slot at the base of the bulletproof window. There wasn't too much activity on my first night, but what activity there was wasn't exactly family style. The sheets aren't as crisp and white as one might hope and there's a fly in my room that doesn't look very clean. 

I scouted out the house last night where I'll be attending a workshop over the next two days. There were two does with their fawns grazing on the lawn.