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The foyer of the Rosethorn Hotel is deserted. A crisp white letter addressed to "Mm. Iron" sits on the front desk. There are no other signs of life.
First of Her Name
She gingerly examines the letter, taking it into her hands.
She hadn't expected this place to be so... empty, with the reputation the Rosethorn hotel had but...
It was a little nice.
Welcome to the Rosethorn Hotel, Mm. Iron. Your room is number 68. Please find your key enclosed and enjoy your stay.
- The Management
There is a small key enclosed, made of a pearlescent pink material.
First of Her Name
She? gently palms the key, feeling the weight of it in her hand and watching it catch the light a little.
...She glanced around to see what the room numbering scheme was, poking her head into a hall to see what the numbering was like.
First of Her Name
She smiles slightly, and checks to ensure that the number system is reasonable - hopefully it's not the sort of one with those odd skipping numbering systems...
First of Her Name
She nods slightly satisfiedly, and presses her key into the door's lock, if it has one, and opens the door somewhat timidly.
Inside, there's a blooming-flower console surrounded by two couches and a lot of free space. Atop the console is a brochure for Club Coze and a picture of a winged, horned girl with a soft, welcoming smile. There's a phone number beneath the picture. There's a small bottle of what's labelled as "Aphrodia Essence", and a teaset set up and steaming with a small platter of chocolate biscuits. There's also a heavy blanket all neatly folded up.
First of Her Name
She sits one one of the couches, relaxing back slowly, grabbing the brochure and the bottle of "Aphrodia Essence", scanning the label for more details and paging through to look through what going to "Club Coze" entails - at a glance it looks interesting but there's no reason not to check it out in more detail.
The blanket she simply rests against, pressing against the piled up weight against her leg.
After a moment, she presses her tongue inquisitively against the lip of the mug to feel out the temperature and taste.
Aphrodia Essence is advertised as offering direct pleasure and warming oneself up for other matters. Drink straight for orgasmic pleasure, dilute half-and-half for a warm buzz, or add a few drops to a glass of another drink to make it just that little bit nicer.
Club Coze is advertised as offering board games, public cuddlepiles, trance music, pet therapy, and a dry bar for meetings and events.
The tea is quite hot, just barely sippable. It's Earl Grey.
First of Her Name
She lets out a relaxed sigh at the taste of the tea. Conventional, but comforting.
She blinks hard at the label.
That doesn't exactly seem like the sort of thing that she would normally expect and the sort of thing that clashed quite a bit with the more conventional tea and such...
The dilution instructions were a touch confusing - she uncorked it, and turned the bottle over, stoppering it with her hand, before rubbing it slightly til all that was left was a thin layer across her thumb and index finger.
She inquisitively licked her finger slowly.
Were there any listed meetings scheduled to happen soon?
The essence sheens like silver but clings like honey. When she licks her fingers, she gets a pleasant little jolt of pleasure down her spine.
There's a public cuddlepile scheduled for ten minutes from now.
First of Her Name
She let out a little tense sigh as she shuddered a little.
It could really use a bit clearer labelling and...
That's a shame, she doubted that it would be a good idea to rush this to be done in ten minutes...
She experimentally dipped one of the chocolate biscuits into the tea, and takes a bite out of it.
First of Her Name
She hums softly as she slowly nurses her teacup.
She pages through the rest of the listings - it might be interesting to try out some more exotic board game offerings or pets to encounter - that's the sort of exotic thing that she was less prone to simply getting as an ordinary pleasure...
The number and listing wasn't especially clear on what exactly the phone number was for so...
She idly dialed the number into the console, and asked.
"Hello. I saw your number listed in a Club Coze ad - are you the right person to inquire about it's offerings?"
unto-others
"Hello! I think you must have gotten the wrong impression, I'm not affiliated with Club Coze. My name is Tasha, I'm one of the Bower Escorts. I do primarily therapeutic work but sometimes recreational as well, and if the Bowers has given you my card there's probably a good reason. Would you like to set up an appointment?"
First of Her Name
She hyperventilates a little, then takes in a deep breath.
"I think that would be a..."
Tense breath out.
"Good idea, yes."
She palms the picture of her provided, and lets out a little frustrated sigh.
"Oh, it appears like it was simply a seperate advertisement..."
unto-others
"Take it easy, these things happen. I'm available for the next two hours and then my next availability after that is in eight hours. Or we can book for a later day. What would you prefer to do?"
First of Her Name
"It depends - would you mind dropping by room for the appointment? It seems like it would be a shame to waste the tea the Hotel provided..."
First of Her Name
She hangs up.
She sets out a sitting place for her beside her, setting out her own tea and biscuits, and fidgets nervously.
First of Her Name
Oh...
She walks over to the door, and slowly opens it.
"My apologies for not unlocking it for you earlier..."