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тАЬCome back to bed, Nasu,тАЭ Chaylaifa called. тАЬWeтАЩve grown a bit
impatient for you here тАФ as you might be able to tell.тАЭ
тАЬYes,тАЭ Fehlorah said, reaching out a dainty paw. тАЬCome to us, Nasu. Be
with us.тАЭ
тАЬI ... I think I might like to retire for the evening,тАЭ Nasu said, knowing
what was to come; she had no wish to repeat the vileness of it. тАЬIt has been
a tiring day. I will sleep in the room assigned to me тАФ тАЭ
тАЬNonsense,тАЭ said the sha, his tone suddenly harsh. тАЬCome to bed, here
and now. And turn out that damned light; the one in here is quite
enough.тАЭ
тАЬChaylaifa, I тАФ тАЭ
He looked at her, his eyes holding her completely. After a moment, Nasu
looked away and nodded.
тАЬExcellent.тАЭ As Nasu seated herself at the foot of the bed, Chaylaifa
reached behind him and retrieved a small box from the nightstand.
тАЬWhatтАЩs that?тАЭ asked Fehlorah.
тАЬIt is a Terran delicacy, love. They are called ritzcrackas, and I am
assured that they are safe for us. Expensive, as is everything else aboard
this hotel, but I thought we might try them. They are something ...
different.тАЭ He grinned widely, showing his fangs. тАЬAfter all, we have to
fortify ourselves for the rigors ahead! Ha!тАЭ
Fehlorah giggled and, reaching over the sha, took a ritzcracka for
herself and passed another to Nasu. The chosha ate it, chewing slowly.
Fehlorah saw her reluctance and giggled again as she turned to embrace
Chaylaifa.
After a short while Nasu joined with them, her unwillingness quickly
evaporating as their shared scent rose, engulfing her, trapping her.
The tastefully small brass sign on the door of the suite read:

JACOBS & BURKE, LTD.
FACILITATORS
The reception area had been furnished by a Centaurian designer known
for her terribly trendy and effectively audacious approach to everything
she did. Wallpaper and furnishings had been designed to intrigue a wide
variety of senses, and fabrics had been chosen to appeal as broadly as
possible to those to whom touch and smell were as sound and light. To
prove that price had been no object, there was an original Sunday-edition
full-color Calvin and Hobbes hanging over the faux fireplace, which itself
radiated in a variety of spectra. The look and feel of the room had
instantly established the credibility of Jacobs & Burke aboard Hotel
Andromeda, and that credibility had been the key to everything.
The other half of the suite was hidden behind a door concealed in the
far wall of the reception area. Between them, the partners called it the
Dark Side, and it looked as if it had been decorated by trolls. The Dark
Side was the soundproofed and spyproofed office where Jacobs and Burke
actually did their work, and no one else ever got in there. The partners
allowed the hotelтАЩs cleaning robots into the Dark Side only once every six
months or so. Even at that, they never let the robots do very much, frantic
that something important, some significant scrap of paper, might be
snatched up and thrown away. The partners were also terrible packrats.