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Eurydice lay down on a vast bed with gold satin headboard. The mattress and pillows were softer than a cloud. Finally, she could close her eyes and get some rest.
As she drifted off to sleep, she recalled what brought her to this hotel room. A pale, gaunt, skeletal driver in a black Rolls Royce pulled up next to her on her way from the factory to her boarding house. He asked her to get in the car because she was needed at the Lethe Hotel. Eurydice got in the car without asking any questions: she was too exhausted to care about much and she had forgotten that it was dangerous to get into cars with strangers.
Like all things in Hadestown, the drive to the Lethe passed by in a hazy blur. She could not quite remember arriving at the hotel, checking in, and being shown up to her room. The next thing she could clearly recall was looking around the room where she had dropped off. It was one of the most luxurious interiors she had ever seen: done up in shades of pale, tea green and coral red with expensive brocade and velvet upholstery, cushions, bedding, and hangings. The air was warm and heavy and the lighting was dim and golden.

The only thought in her head was the lay down on the bed and sleep forever. This is what she had always wanted: to have a good rest and to forget all her troubles; to drift away and disappear.
In her dreams, she saw a patch of wildflowers growing along the banks of a bayou during a gloriously golden sunset. She was walking barefoot through these flowers, laughing and carefree. Someone was walking by her side; a boy. His face was handsome but vague. She recognized him but could not quite identify him.
He turned his face towards her; she turned away.

Eurydice's eyes flickered open. To keep from falling back asleep, she sat up in the bed. Her eyes glazed over and her vision became blurry. She let out a loud yawn which distorted her face.
As she regained consciousness, Eurydice recalled all the things she could remember about who she was and where she was. Her name was Eurydice Levesque; she was sixteen or seventeen (she could not recall if her birthday had come and gone or if how many birthdays may have passed her by); she had been born in New Orleans; her mother was dead and she did not know what had happened to her father; she had a sister named Marie and a niece named Hazel; she was going to have a baby (how far along her pregnancy was, she did not know); the boy from her dream was probably behind her pregnancy.
She was at the Lethe Hotel in Hadestown; a strange man in a Rolls Royce had brought her there; other than that, she had no idea how or why she was in this beautiful hotel suite.
"Cookie," a woman's voice called to her from the next room, "You up?"
Persephone walked in carrying a white feather boa and matching headband.

"Yes," Eurydice groaned.
"Good! We have to get you ready."
"Ready for what?"
"No time to explain. Get up you bump on a log!"
"Alright."
Eurydice sat up and noticed that a white satin evening dress was draped across the tea green velvet settee at the foot of the bed.

"Is that dress for me?"
"No, it's for Mae West. Of course it's for you."
Persephone left the room while Eurydice changed and returned to do the girl's hair and makeup. Eurydice's hair was arranged in finger waves and pin curls framed her face. Her dark brown eyes were accentuate with smoky makeup and her lips and cheeks were colored with deep red rouge. The white dress, boa, and headband popped against her ebony skin.

"Ain't you as pretty as a magnolia in May," Persephone said.
"What am I being all dressed up for?" Eurydice asked.
"A second chance."
"A second chance at what?"
"To make the right decision. To figure out what it is you really want."

Orpheus entered into the lobby of the Lethe Hotel. It's walls were covered in mirrors and the floors were shiny and reflective. The mirrors and reflective surfaces appeared to magnify the room into infinity.

Three old women were sitting in the lobby on the rose colored satin chairs. One was knitting a pair of red socks, another was holding the ball of yarn, and the third was holding a giant pair of scissors. As they worked on the socks, they sang in low, dry voices:
"Why the struggle? Why the strain?
Why make trouble? Why make scenes?
Why go against the grain?
Why swim upstream?
It ain't
It ain't
It ain't no use
You're bound
You're bound
You're bound to lose
What's done
What's done
What's done is done
That's the way the river runs
So why get wet? Why break a sweat?
Why waste your precious breath?
Why beat your handsome brow?
Nothing changes
Nothing changes
Nothing changes anyhow."

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Orpheus felt the need to stop and listen to this song. Something about it's theme of a hopeless endeavor sent a chill down his spine. After hearing the three old women sing, he suddenly felt uncertain and nervous about what he was doing.

He found Persephone in a hallway off of the lobby. She was sitting on a chintz sofa underneath a mural of a harbor full of ships.

"Aunt Persephone," he called over to her, "Where is she?"
"She's upstairs," Persephone replied, "I'll bring you to her."