by Mashugana » Wed Jul 29, 2020 6:20 am
Your escort doesn't appear bothered at all, cavalierly leading you passed the clearly much more rattled secretary and down the halls. You can hear noises from behind some of the doors. People talking, sometimes arguing, even one rom where you can clearly hear a couple of people having sex, going by the grunts and moans from inside, but before long, you've made it to the bronze doors, and the punk opens it up for you, revealing a huge living quarters and office combo, going by the combination of comfortable seating in the way of red leather couches with a coffee table in between, a mini bar on the wall adjacent to them, and three other rooms beyond that: A heavy oaken door blocks one, but the other two, a bedroom and bathroom, are clearly open. The air is also quite humid and warm, most likely due to climate control within the quarters themselves. It's not a bother now, but in a few minutes, you'll probably start sweating a lot.
"Alright Ma'am, the guest's in!" the punk calls, and you hear a surprisingly young, feminine voice call out in response from the baths.
"Good work, Jun. That'll be all!"
With that, the punk turns to give you a small nod and... a wink? Before heading out, closing the door behind him and leaving you alone with the assumed owner of this establishment.
"Apologies for the rudeness of our meeting, but I wasn't expecting a visitor such as yourself so soon." the woman calls out as she exits the baths, wearing a silken, black bath robe with gold trim accents, making her light green skin gleam like emeralds as she smiles thinly, golden eyes gleaming as the hourglass shaped pupils regard you. "Are you thirsty or hungry miss boat breaker? I have a selection of alcohol at the bar, but if you'd rather not drink, I can order anything you like for you. The local crab is particularly tasty." she offers, confidently and smoothly going to the couches next to you and sitting down, gesturing for you to sit at the one across from her if you like. her long, slender fingers have slightly thicker tips, and she appears to be almost crouching in her seat rather than just plopping down.
Look, all I'm saying is that Batboy is our lord and savior.