At the Income Tax Office

There's something off-putting about going into this income tax office.  Once you enter its door, your back is surrounded with tinted windows, a conspicuous camera at a corner, and beige Victorian furniture that all make you feel like you're in a luxurious hotel and an interrogation room with one-sided glass mirrors at the same time.  But after leaving, I still can't get it off my skin that it reeks of a cheap hotel with cigarette smoke that has been ingrained into every pigment of color on the walls.