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Ishira caught sight of what she was looking for and quickly changed direction.
"Im looking for this." Ishira said and she went to an old wooden door. She looked back at Motoko for the first time and smiled, opening the door for her. Inside there was a rush of noise. It was a bar, and the people were far from quiet as some laughed, while others yelled. Ishira cocked her brow and tilted her head to the door, implying that they were going in.

Ishira watched Motoko, biting her lip as she tried holding back a laugh. She couldnt hold it, but lowered it to a chuckle. She turned to the bar, not putting a thing down and waiting patiently for the bartender to notice her. She glanced at Motoko from time to time, a bit amused that she had taken a seat, and was obviously staring almost everyone down. Most of them werent paying attention, but a few gave her interesting looks, sizing up her.. Curves.

The old man was cleaning a glass, looking mildly amused but annoyed at a few men pushing each other around. He was built strongly, his muscles bulging through the white thermal shirt he wore along with an old pair of jeans. There was no way anyone would take advantage of his bar, no one would even question him in any way. If he said leave, theyd leave. As a sigh escaped him, he put the glass down and looked in Ishiras direction. His eyes shined as the bright smile that everyone had given her recently spread across his face as well.
"Ahh Ishira, how long has it been!" He chuckled, coming up to where she was and leaning against the bar, giving her a peck on the cheek, his eyes looking her up and down like they always had.

"Hmm, too long. You didnt have so much gray in your hair.." Ishiras free hand touched his cheek and then the tip of his hair line. His hair had filled to a beautiful silver since she had last seen him. "Why do you keep it up in that rat tail?"

"Well not all of us can be like you." His eyes narrowed to kind blue slits as he took her hand and kissed it lightly on the knuckles. "What can i do for you?"

"Two Fox Tails please?" She asked before pulling her hand away. "Unless thats no longer served."

"No, just for you now... " He left, going to his sake sets and pulling out one that was crystal, and lined with gold. He poured the drink and placed it on a tray, handing it to her. "Watch your friend there, the men havent seen a good woman in a while. Both you and her should be careful. "

"Oh, dont worry about that... We will be fine." She smiled, then turned to Motoko and walking to the table.

"Hmmm." Ishira smiled, and put the drinks down, a small clanking noise coming from one. She picked that one up, toasted it towards Motoko, and then took in the drink. If Motoko took a drink she would realize that it was just regular old plum Sake, one of Ishiras favorites. It didnt have anything special for the girl, but Ishiras had something within it and Ishira messed with whatever it was in her mouth playfully.

Ishira smiled, showing her fangs, and the golden tip of a key. With her ears perked she put down a thing of sage and a red leaf.

"Its paid for, if you choose to leave your money you can, but he prefers this. As far as the others, none will bother us now that Nate has given us this. " Ishira turned and headed to a door that was at the end of the bar, she looked over her shoulder to Motoko, taking the key from her lips before she spoke again. "You can leave the set, no one here will take it." And then she went to the door, opening it for Motoko. She tilted her head like she had done before, her hands still full, while everyones eyes seemed to be at both of them. The ones closest to Ishira had their voices down to a low murmur, causing Nate to give out a loud cough to gain their attention. He narrowed his eyes to them, as their eyes widened and they turned in their seats, no longer talking.

Ishira let out a playful growl to the people who still spoke, most growing instantly silent while others gained cocky grins. She closed the door slowly behind them and shrugged. Taking her other hand, she lifted the herbs up, keeping the ring in her tight fist.
"They're just curious.. Most probably dont remember me, but im sure theres a few." Ishiras eyes were low as she passed Motoko and went up the flight of stairs in front of them, her feet lightly touching them. She grew quicker with each step, and she took in the old wooden smell of the building. "Well well well, it seems no one has been here in a while~." She sighed.

Ishira seemed to be counting each door they went past. Her head was tilting side to side as if there was a song playing. She stopped at the seventh door, unlocking it and using her knee to open the door. She gave Motoko a hint of a wicked smile before walking into the room. Each wall had a shelf, that was either full of jars, scrolls or some kind of herb. A table was against the wall ahead of them, which was where Ishira went and dropped the herbs. She moved a few things, and separated the herbs while waiting for Motoko to enter.

When Motoko entered, she would seen a few dressers to the right, decorated with fabrics of different colors. On the left was another door, and bed that had silky red blankets and crimson pillows.

Ishira narrowed her eyes into a tight glare, knowing that Motoko wouldnt notice since her hair would hide it, and she wasnt facing her. She shifted the herbs, grabbing a jar and throwing a few in it before going to a few of her shelves. She pulled down the other jars she needed and threw the rest of the herbs in their rightful places. She flicked her wrist when she was sure Motoko was staying in the room, and was in enough that the girl wouldnt be able to run. The door shut loudly and the sound of the locks turning would be easy to hear. Ishira spun, both her hands resting on the edge of the table as an unfriendly grow lifted to her throat.
"Strip! Now!" She demanded.