Kagemui's Office

A traditional looking Beijionese themed room, with a window overlooking the main floor below, the bar and the stage. Since Ms. Kirei took off, its been hard for Kagemui to pick up the pieces she left with Arcanda. She was going through files, employee records and other boring, repetitive work behind her oaken desk. She looked over the profile of a Komako Inugami, a student from that university close by... she knew her well enough, she was one of their popular girls:


((ooc: lemme know if this works Komako! ))

She shrugged. "Mortals and their fascinations of the flesh," she sighed. "must get boring doing it all the time." She stacked the files and slid them into the desk, the hidden shotgun mounted under the desk startling her fingers briefly. It was Arcanda's, when he used to show up. This was his office, at one point. Now she was working with Archie's associates, those creeps from Shadow Law, that guy Enigma and that Sobekian, Gigamaw. Enigma was exactly like his name suggested, a mystery. Plain enough looking lanky man who never opened his eyes. Mr. Gigamaw was a Sobekian, a crocodile-man who liked to wear fancy clothes, was nine foot nine inches tall, and had blue scales and wore fancy clothes like he was a mortal himself. She disliked both men, but had to answer for them, if she wanted to remain in the business... Gigamaw's scaly hands... the thought of them around her breasts and hips, his fishy breath against her neck when he wanted to fuck like the humans do... it made her sick. Enigma wasn't interested in the pleasures of the flesh it seemed, but Gigamaw did, and in various other ways of the word too... she had to hire Komako, someone she felt didn't deserve this kind of job, that she should've gone somewhere else... because one of her girls displeased him. Needless to say, the guard wouldn't be finding poor Misuno...

She slams the drawer shut, and stands up, pulling open the blinds and glanced over the lobby below. She saw no customers, not that there would be yet, they weren't technically open yet. Which gave her time to check the bar and see if they were well stocked. She closes the blinds, and grabs her mobile from the desk, her long, bushy silver tail swaying sensually left and right with her swaying hips as she made her way to the door. She left the room, locking the door behind her magically, before heading down the hall, down the double flight of stairs to the lobby below.

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