Being a guest in Kohestan

I was trying to settle my bill, but the receptionist just wouldn't heed me.
This was probably because I was basically naked by local standards, having forgotten to take my dupatta (headscarf) from my room, so the guy had to try to avoid his eyes being caught by all that hair on my head and -worse- the outline of my breasts through my already quite thick kameez (long sleeved local shirt), when looking at me.

The night before we had been a guest in a family home. Having placed us in the luxurious guest room, the young men of the family chatted for hours to my male companion, Ahsan, but avoided even looking in my general direction. This, in this part of the country, counts as politeness. One after the other coming into the room, they did not even respond to my As-salaam Aleykums and only spoke to me when telling me what to do or not to do ("Sit", "Eat", "Don't go out", "Come back!").

I tried to go outside to spend time with the women instead, but we were deaf-mute with language barrier to each other. While this can be the case in other parts of the country, elsewhere at least the women smile at you, offer you tea and invite you to sit next to them, so you can strive to communicate somehow with hand and feet and the few words of Urdu you can rummage out of the back of your mind. But not here, they just stared at me for a minute -not unfriendlily, mind you- then gestured me to go back to the guest room.