...Hotel Shivran...
"..."

"Mmmm?"

"This is very wrong, Gin.", Kin tilted her golden gaze to her brother, ears flattened to her skull. "Very, very wrong."

The silver fox splayed his hands, muzzle quirked into an apologetic smile. "Drakiera requested it. We can't just tell her 'no' and you know it."

Kin gestured angrily at the bizarrely decorated hall and glowered, upper lip twisting into a disgusted snarl. "Oh, yes we can. I feel filthy just being in this hallway! This is sick."

Gin tilted his head and sighed. "Just don't think about what this area is for, then?"

The area in question was a an oddly shaped hall, with high ceilings and four very large, very massive doors -- two to a side, across from one another. At the end was a fifth door -- a double-door with epic engravings on the surface. There was a small booth set in a wall niche and the gryphosi that guarded it looked more bored than anything; four very large -- and obscenely-shaped -- keys dangled from the board behind him; a fifth key hung high above them and was engraved in ancient glyphs that not even the foxes could fully decipher. The gryphosi slid a look to the arguing foxes and sighed heavily, rapping his talons on the counter.

"Look, you kids gonna pay for a room or what? Can't have you scaring off the business, now.", he drawled.

To say that Kin was simply appalled and disgusted beyond belief would have been an understatement. So, rather than saying anything, the golden fox lunged for the small opening and began to thoroughly throttle the gryphosi, much to his ... well, delight. Realizing that this was exciting to the fixed-shifter male, Kin withdrew, throwing her hands up in utter disgust. She'd have to boil them later, that much was guaranteed

"Oh, I want nothing -- do you hear me Gin? -- NOTHING to do with this wretched wing of the Aerd! I'm going to tell her that I refuse to deal with this!"

Gin could only watch his sister go, muzzle slightly agape as he struggled to think of some way to rationalize just what was going on. Finally, he sighed and shook his head. Sliding a look to the gryphosi at the counter, his muzzle quirked in a faint smile. "I hope you take good care of the dragons when they arrive, Manolo."

"Yeah, I'll take good care of 'em.", he barked coarse laughter, slapping a thigh with his amusement. "They may be too big for me, but, take my word, yeah? Me an' Kimae, we'll do right by them."

"...right. Okay.", Gin's cheeks darkened a bit and he hastened from the hallway, fleeing as fast as possible from the dangerously lurking sexual innuendos that had given themselves statuesque shapes and engraved themselves on the wooden doors. Manolo watched the fox-shifter leave and then grinned his usual, lecherous grin. This was certainly going to be interesting.