The woman grinned at the sight of Beni's handcuffs, "Wow. . . Didn't expect that one. Then again, that's when you know the joke is good. Everything depending on the punchline! Lovely theatrics. So much for paradise, unless that's what you call the barred hotel you have a reservation at. Must be nice to take a vacation from all of us, don't you agree?"
One of the officers came back to the detective with a violently wriggling bag. "Sir, I found a demonic imp that was described by the other guests."
Nilda's face thinned into a hard frown. "Hand him over, I believe he's got a few things that belong to the other guests."
"We need to take him in to confirm your alibi as well as thievery," the officer said as he struggled with the bag. Of course the bag tore open as the imp switched forms get himself loose from the cop. The officer was surprised from the sudden change as per usual reaction when the event was initiated without warning.
Noir rolled out of the bag that once contained him and tried to fly off. However, his escape was cut short with a solid hit to the face by Nilda. The imp was sent tumbling to the ground, reeling from the surprise attack. His mask was thrown off, yet he cared little about it. Noir held his jaw, wincing at the pain before the collar of his jacket was jacket was held fast by his housemate. Before Noir could say anything, he was shaken. Muffled clinks of precious metals and stones were heard.
Nilda scowled, "You've been busy. . . ."
"As if this party was actually entertainin-" The imp was cut off as he was stripped of his fine tailored jacket. A sorts of glittering items cascaded to the floor in a disorganized mess as Nilda shook out the contents of his hidden pockets. One of which was Mae's silver onyx brooch, which landed in a nest of precious pearls. Noir made another attempt to bolt but was swatted down by his housemate with his own jacket.
"That's not all you have, is it?" the woman smiled dangerously.
"Gak!" He was pulled back and what proceeded in plain view was a hastily done strip search. More stolen valuables fell out of his attire like a broken pinata at a party. Once cleaned out, the disgruntled stripped imp growled at Nilda. His face was glowing red as he changed back into his smaller form. Not like he had much choice with his clothes all over the floor now.
Nilda scooped up the defeated imp and held him in an iron grip before the officers could take him away. "I do hope that you have a bigger bag. Otherwise you don't have much hope in bringing him in," the masked woman glared. "Besides, the stolen items are here. If there's more missing, I can hang him out to dry."
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