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ᵗ ʰ ᵉ   ᶜ ᵒ ʳ ᵗ ᵉ ᶻ  .
  ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ʳᵃⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ'ˢ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ
   ᵖᵘˡˡᵉᵈ ʰᶦˢ ᵐᵒᵗᵒʳᶜʸᶜˡᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳᵇ ᵒᵘᵗˢᶦᵈᵉ.
   ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ ʰᵘⁿᵍ ˡᵒʷ ᶦⁿ ᵃ
   ˢᵐᵒᵍ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ʰᶦᵐ. ᵖᵘˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦˢ ʷᵃˡˡᵉᵗ
 ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦˢ ᵖᵒᶜᵏᵉᵗ, ʰᵉ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʰᶦˢ
 ᶜᵃʳᵈˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᶦⁿ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ. ᵗʰᶦˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʰᵒᵗᵉˡ
 ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢʰᵒʷᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿʸ ˢᵒʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵛᵃᶜᵃⁿᶜᶦᵉˢ
 ᶦⁿ ᵗᵒʷⁿ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵒᵛᶦᵉ ʳᵉˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ.

    ˢᵗʳᶦᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵇᵒʸ ᵖᵉᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ
ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ ʰᶦˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ˢᵘⁿᵍˡᵃˢˢᵉˢ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ
ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ʳᵉᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵈᵉˢᵏ. ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵐᵇᶦᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ
ᵗʰᶦˢ ʰᵒᵗᵉˡ ʷᵃˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵃʳʳᶦᵛᵃˡ, ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜᵒⁿˢᶦᵈᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ
ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵗᵃʸᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ʰᵒᵗᵉˡˢ ᵒᵘᵗˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ
ˢᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜᵃʳˡᵃ ᶦⁿ ʰᶦˢ ˡᶦᶠᵉ.  ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉⁿᵗ
ᵈᵒʷⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶦʳᵉ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵏᶦˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ
ʰᵃᵈ ᶦⁿᶠᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ʰᶦᵐ, ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ᵈᵉᶜᶦᵈᵉᵈ ᶦᵗ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ
ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡ. ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷᵃˢ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ
ʷ ʰ ᵃ ᵗ  ᵗʸᵖᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ʷᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦᵐˢᵉˡᶠ
ᶦⁿᵗᵒ. ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᶠᶦˡˡᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ
ᵍ ᵒ ʳ ᵍ ᵉ ᵈ  ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ ᶦⁿ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵘʳᵛᶦᵛᵉ
ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ.

         "⁻⁻⁻ᶦ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃʰᵉᵃᵈ. ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ
               ᵇᵉ ᵃ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ‘ᵉᵐᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’.

  ʰᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ, ⁿᵒᵗ ʸᵉᵗ ˢᵉᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵗᵉˡ
 ˡᵒᵇᵇʸ ᵒʳ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ. ⁿᵒᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒˡᵈ ˢᵏᵉˡᵉᵗᵒⁿ
 ᵏᵉʸˢ ᵇᵉʰᶦⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ, ᵐᶦᶜʰᵃᵉˡ ʰᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ
 ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ʰᶦᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ.

it’s rather normal for the front desk to be vacant, as iris can barely be bothered to man it on a daily basis. regardless, very few people actually come through the hotel cortez doors, and those that do are usually LESS THAN moral or ethical in some way. after all, every single person in the cruel mistress is just that. what’s more is even fewer people make reservations; but this man has.

it’s his smell that will catch her attention, one similar to her own, but distinct nonetheless. a bit refreshing, and enough to draw the countess from her decadently decorated suite and into the lobby of the hotel. she watches just as the male hops over the counter ( dramatic much? ), quiet all the while, until he’s got his back fully to her and the key in hand.

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❛ can i help you? ❜   she smiles warmly, invitingly, as if simply questioning him. truth be told, however, it’s irritating for the countess that he’s made himself so at home in HER home. head tilting, emeralds taking in the rugged man’s appearance ( and breathing in his SCENT with fervor ), she’ll walk forward until she’s standing behind the check-in counter as he stands on the other side of it and leans against the surface slightly.

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