Treat thought he'd had enough time to process the fact that Tanith's chosen...career was...unorthodox. He was wrong. A moment of silence followed her greeting before Treat responded. "Sorry, this is a personal call, my dear. I'd probably be refused service anyway even if it was business." He turned the invitation over in his hand. On to business. He couldn't imagine she would appreciate his wasting her time. Even if he didn't particularly care what she did and didn't appreciate, he wanted an answer. And he had a feeling he wouldn't get one if he delayed too much longer.
"I received an invitation in the mail and I thought you might have some...insight, considering the clientele you service," Treat began. He lifted the fancy invitation up to eye-level. "It's supposed to be a hotel that...and I quote, 'caters to the needs and comforts of all races.' The Ann Arbor Hotel di Sei Ali. Have you heard anything about it? It's supposed to be a private party serving as 'an act of amity and tolerance.'" Treat couldn't suppress a snort of derision. Thoughts?"