She has seen messages like these before. That would make a man's heart jump and run. Yet, it was in her nature to be annoyed at the fact that this was not important enough. As Barak left, Silver nodded in a gracious manner, returning to her cool self.
But still, she cracked her neck to relieve some of the tension building inside.
Grabbing the key of the suite, and reliving the meeting in her head, she got up and walked out of the small tea room. One of the hostesses quickly came to her. Silver showed the key to her, and the hostess showed the path she would have to follow with one hand.
Not five minutes later, Silver was entering one the most exquisite suites she had the pleasure to see.
"Well, best i make myself at home then."
She unlaced her iromuji, and as Kusari tradition dictated, her naked form came to bathe in the light of New Tokyo's star.
Removing a small cigarrete from a small case on the nearby coffee table, she lit it up and enjoyed the first breath for a couple of seconds, organizing her thoughts.
"While i am waiting.. Better to get other things moving then."
Her hand reached a small data pad, hidden in one of the sleeves of the iromuji, and started a comm.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
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