I dare you to let me be your one and only WHO: Treat & Tanith, and NPCed Eztli, of course WHEN: Just a little before sundown WHERE: (GASP!) Ad Gustum
What the hell did people wear to this sort of place? He'd been assured there was no dress code or secret handshake but it didn't ease his trepidation. He picked one of his nicer suits, figuring the place most likely catered to very wealthy clients considering Tanith had a personal chauffeur. He ditched the tie for a less stuck-up look, though he did spend half an hour in front of the mirror wondering if he looked like a high-class john. He'd never been to a strip club, much less a brothel. He checked his watch and decided that he had better go. While he didn't want to show up too early and make it seem weird, he didn't want to show up too late either and run into...other people. People he might recognize or recognize him. The prospect of that situation was almost enough to make him text Eztli's prostitute that it was off. But the fact was, he and Tanith had been forced into this strange situation and he really didn't want for it to happen again. Eztli had said magic had been involved and Tanith knew magic, so she would be the better person to solve it.
This can't be right. Treat wasn't sure what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't this innocuous little house...okay, big mansion, that looked safe and wholesome. Nevertheless, he was sure the whore hadn't steered him wrong. Eztli would have bitten the woman's face off and then found someone else to tell him the truth. He drove up to the front door and gave the valet his keys. It was the first sign of life he'd seen, which helped assuage his early fears of misdirection. Still. He wasn't expecting any of this. Or the seemingly very normal woman that greeted him.
"Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?"
"I'm here to see Tanith," he responded, exactly as the prostitute had advised.
The look that the woman gave him was surprise quickly covered up by professionalism. If nothing else, the staff was efficient. "Do you have an appointment?"
"Yes?" he said, saying it more like a question. Eztli was supposed to meet him and he wasn't sure that if they buzzed Tanith and said he was here, the response would be good. Or pleasant. And he wasn't inclined to give his real name either. He wondered if Tinkerbell McScotsPants would be obvious enough code for Tanith. Maybe not.