On such a diplomatic mission, Louise li Britannia was afforded the best of accommodations. While Bahbem had offered a place in his home, she opted for the hotel. The Hotel Avenida Palace provided the best of the best accommodations. The Suite Palace room sufficed for the regent, affording her all the amenities she needed for her stay.
The view of the city from the suite was enough to take one's breath away. It overlooked the city itself, restored to resemble the ancient look of the city, culminating in the hill upon which Castelo de S. Jorge perched in the distance. The rooms featured pale gold walls with vintage décor in colors that complimented, but were ugly on their own. The cream colored curtains and bedding on the twin beds featured complex flowers of gold colored thread. Replicas of famous paintings dotted the walls, the vintage feeling ruined by monitors and screens mounted here and there with a jarring interruption of modernality.
Whatever she thought of the rooms, there was one thing she could be thankful for. The suit came with a suitable space with work rather than luxury in mind. Ample table space, a desk, and computer access provided the bare necessities for the working diplomat, separated from the bedroom and bathroom to maximize productivity. While Rose took her shower, Louise settled down on the couch. A pile of manila folders sat in front of her on the lacquered table. Information of the Vermillions and whatever else Bahbem deigned to pass on for the coming mission.
But it was not yet time for that. Louise picked up a folder to skim the contents. Yet, when she set it down to reach for another, she was no longer alone. A young woman stood on the other side of the table, hand raised to her lips in a shushing motion. Though her sudden appearance was definitely shocking, something about her presence was non threatening, despite the Fijin origin.
The view of the city from the suite was enough to take one's breath away. It overlooked the city itself, restored to resemble the ancient look of the city, culminating in the hill upon which Castelo de S. Jorge perched in the distance. The rooms featured pale gold walls with vintage décor in colors that complimented, but were ugly on their own. The cream colored curtains and bedding on the twin beds featured complex flowers of gold colored thread. Replicas of famous paintings dotted the walls, the vintage feeling ruined by monitors and screens mounted here and there with a jarring interruption of modernality.
Whatever she thought of the rooms, there was one thing she could be thankful for. The suit came with a suitable space with work rather than luxury in mind. Ample table space, a desk, and computer access provided the bare necessities for the working diplomat, separated from the bedroom and bathroom to maximize productivity. While Rose took her shower, Louise settled down on the couch. A pile of manila folders sat in front of her on the lacquered table. Information of the Vermillions and whatever else Bahbem deigned to pass on for the coming mission.
But it was not yet time for that. Louise picked up a folder to skim the contents. Yet, when she set it down to reach for another, she was no longer alone. A young woman stood on the other side of the table, hand raised to her lips in a shushing motion. Though her sudden appearance was definitely shocking, something about her presence was non threatening, despite the Fijin origin.