The woman accepted the handful of silver she had given, lifted her long skirt with a graceful flourish, and turned slightly to lead her upstairs.
Ruhuahua followed the woman silently.
Upon reaching the second floor, the air grew heavy with the cloying scent of powder and perfume. The floor was covered in thick carpets, making their footsteps entirely soundless. The din of the lobby below was muffled, replaced by an indistinct, indescribable murmuring that brushed against her ears.
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