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Truth be told, Melisende did not think that grey-eyed rookie was entirely reliable. If things went south, she would probably be more of a liability than an asset. Still, her lead was the only one so far, and Burton trusted her enough to guard the crime scene. Swallowing her doubts alongside her saliva, she lifted her hand and knocked on the door before making her way in.

The lobby was suitably well-decorated for a building like this. Polished chuubanite mounted on a chandelier illuminated the area with their magical glow, showing the sandalwood doors and stairway leading to the rest of the building. Mounted on the wall before the parting staircase, an exquisite oil painting of the elegant Kaiserin cast her masqueraded, smiling gaze on the detective, before her attention was drawn by the soft greeting from the side.

"Welcome to Mai's Inn. How may I serve you today?" Standing behind the counter, a brown-haired maidservant offered the blonde private eye a bow, her emerald eyes meeting the sapphire eyes as she smiled.

"Oh... I would like a room, please." The pounding from within her chest quickened as Melisende answered. So far, this place looked just like a regular, if well-maintained inn... then again, it was not like she could normally afford a night in such an establishment. Concealing any uncertainties that might reveal her true nature, she parted her lips once more and whispered the code she was given. "Oh, and a stagecoach to Okachimachi in the morning, if it's not too much a hassle."

"But of course." The smile on her face deepened. The metal-nibbed pen danced on the ledger, leaving behind a row or two of records before returning to its resting place. Then, the maidservant gracefully moved away from the reception and towards one of the side doors. "Please follow me to your accommodation... my friend."

She had passed the first hurdle, from the look of it... that, or the maidservant was simply luring her deeper into the building, away from prying eyes before making her move. With a polite nod, the detective followed her through the door, her crossed arms resting on the wooden handle hidden beneath her coat.

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