>>7131224Ame and Bee pulled up in front of Hotel Moscow, and Ame got out. "How long will this take?" Asked Bee, as the valet came to pull him into storage. "As long as it needs to. Why, somewhere you gotta be?" "No, but-" Ame turned, and handed the valet the keys, going inside. Darkly stained oak lined the walls, plush red carpet covered the floor. Two sets of sweeping staircases led to a balcony overlooking the upper floor and the the second floor proper. A grand chandelier pulled the room all together. In the midst of the room was a desk, a plant on either side of it, and behind it was a woman dressed in a blue dress, emerald hair in two buns, slight of build, but with a commanding presence. She glanced at Ame when she came in then her eyes widened slightly and the corners of her mouth turned down. "Amelia Watson." She said aloud, disdainfully. The detective sensed slight movement on the balcony above her and a red dot appeared on her forehead. The front door closed and sealed. "Rushia." Ame replied, raising her hands above her head. "Roboco." She nodded. "What the- Why are you here?" Asked Rushia, putting a special emphasis on 'you'. "Ah, Rushia, can't we let bygones be bygones?" That statement was met with a sneer. "Roboco? How about-" A bullet blazing past Ame's head into the carpet behind her and the working of a bolt was her answer. "Fine. I need to see Boten." "Fuck off." Rushia was normally extremely demure, proper, and well spoken. The vulgarity -and the frankness which she said it- made Amelia's jaw drop. "Get out here immediately you miserable little cur. Go back to St. Louis, and out of our lives. We want nothing more to do with you after what you did." Rushia said that almost conversationally, like she was telling Ame a fact of nature, two plus two is four, the earth is a sphere and orbits the sun. Ame dropped her arms. She was completely caught off guard, taken aback. Hot tears welled up in her eyes, and she turned from the room, heading back out the door. Nobody stopped her. She'd find no help here. She should have known. She'd deserved it, after all, but she didn't expect to be treated so coldly. Out in the parking lot as she waited for the Valet to return a car pulled up. Black, stately, heavily built. A Cadillac Coupe DeVille, this year's model, pulled up, the chauffeur got out and opened the door for...Boten herself. "Amelia. A surprise." Ame flushed. "Hello Boten, how have you been?" La-Lion smiled warmly and she gestured to the edifice Ame had just left. "Well, tovarich, very well." She noticed the redness on Ame's eyes. "Ah, but you have not, I think, yes? Come, let us go back inside." She turned to her chauffeur. "Remind to remind Rushia what a greeting and welcome is and what it is not, da?" Boten walked over to the heavy door and threw it open with ease, it slamming against the wall, rattling paintings and making Rushia leap to her feet. Boten took Ame's hand and marched into the hotel, the blonde in tow. "Boten, I can explain-" The lioness pushed past her, almost throwing her out of the way and went upstairs, almost dragging Watson. She stopped at the top of them and spoke, not looking behind her. "I know I am still not good with English, Uruha, but even I know what hospitality is." Rushia stared at her, still kneeling on the floor where she was pushed. "You will learn what it is too." Boten shot a glare over her shoulder at Rushia that had made men crumble. "Or you will leave." She led Ame to an elevator, and, with a turn of a key, descended to the subbasement.
