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>>5950900>>5950909>>5951063>>5951170>>5951274>You won't go in there as a supervillain, but you would at least want to hide your identity if you can, and put on your mask.With absolutely no idea what this place is like, you're left a bit nervous on how you should approach the situation. Even the club card itself has nothing but a name and a scan code which sent you the address. Still, you know at least that the card had been kept secure in a hidden safe, and that you'll want to be careful when it belongs to someone you committed a crime against. That tells you that there's something important or exclusive about this place and that you'll need to be careful about your identity.
There's still other ways you're at risk of course, like using your car to get here (you at least bother to remove the plates before driving up), but after everything else you've been through today you'd like to not continue pulling your hair out over every tiny detail. Taking a deep breath then and re-affixing your mask, you roll up to the gate of the property. Waiting for longer than you're proud to admit before noticing a little camera-and-intercom box standing amid the tall hedge. You lean out of the car window to examine it and eventually have the idea to wave the card before the box, causing the gate to open.
<span class="mu-s">"Good evening... Miss Kovacs? How can I be of service?"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Oh, hi! I'm uhh... here? For the thing?"</span> you wave the card again, unsure of what to do.
<span class="mu-s">"Head right on in, to the valet. And, headlights please."</span>
As nervous as you had been approaching the entrance, uncertain of how you'd be received, you're thankfully surprised to find that the guard seems to have no qualms about you wearing a mask. So he opens the gatehouse for you to proceed ahead along the gravel drive, having to go by the aligning row of fancy lanterns without the use of your headlights. The property is quite sizeable from what you can gather of the sweeping grounds, though it doesn't take long to reach the place itself. A fancy old estate lowly lit, bigger than most of the mansions around here but not the biggest you've seen in Malton for sure. You try to glean anything you can from the place as you approach but from the outside it appears normal enough.
<span class="mu-s">"Keys please!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Oh uhh... lemme get my bag."</span>
You slow to a stop on the gravel drive that makes a roundabout before the front of the house, trying to examine the entrance before a valet startles you. You're not too keen on giving your car over to someone else, but it will probably end up with the few other parked cars you saw past the side of the house.
