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Heading upstairs, Victoria finds herself at the end of a long hallway. To one side, a door with a thick deadbolt and padlock. It’s military grade. C.A.M.O. or Mare, most certainly. Further along, a half-opened door, through which a messy bedroom can be seen. Smaller clothing, all stretched at the bust. The rice girl, no doubt. The Shogun’s clothing would simple be bought larger. She seems more practical. Two more doors line one wall, before the corridor takes a sharp turn, ending with a door at the end, and another toward the right. It does not take much thought for Victoria to realise which door she wants. A thick layer of dust had left the doorknob darkened. She turns the knob, and opens the door slowly, in case she is mistaken; but as door creaks and the room comes into view, there is no doubt in her mind. This was Claire’s room.
It's... modest. A hastily made bed sits up against one wall, with a box sticking out from underneath. Not hidden, necessarily, but hardly meant to be on display. As Victoria wanders over, she sees inside a collection of memorabilia; t-shirts, headbands, and small action figures, all unmistakably that of Keron Croakie. The Queen never met the frog girl, and doubts they would have gotten along at any rate. Though, a handful of the more eclectic group that currently inhabit the downstairs could be something akin to friends to The Queen in the right circumstances. Victoria wonders if perhaps she is being too hasty. Some handmade wrestling gear sits unfinished in a messy pile nearby, with the skeleton print decal beginning to peel from the surface.
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