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"Ahh, I'm not sure about this," Yuliya said quickly, but Kai had already started to move her. He picked her up and moved along the hallway, pulling down the side of her skirt as he turned into his own suite. The door behind them made a sound which made Yuliya realize that it was the only suite with an electronic door lock that ringed when he had closed it behind them. He pushed aside a partition and turned on a light.

The lights swam into focus and she realized that this suite was incredibly different than the one she had come out from. The carpet was a verdant green that was luxuriously and complimented the heavy dark stained wood armchairs. The bar behind of Kai was also stocked full of wines instead of the small shelf of baubles that had decorated the other suite. The atmosphere was ruined as she saw a large hookah propped into the side of the couches. The pipe was sitting on the cushion.

She blinked rapidly trying to clear her vision. "Just give me a minute and something to drink, please."

Kai was quick to move the hookah pipe off the chair and push the whole contraption into the house plant that had a whole compartment in it's base. She was surprised that the whole secret place existed. As she tried to look more, her head jerked back as she was seated onto the sofas that she had deemed to be luxurious and she was right as she sank into the cloud couch.

A plastic bottle was shoved into her hands and as she put it into her mouth, she didn't know what it was until she felt the burn of alcohol. She had drank too much and too quickly that she forgot to control her intake. Different types were supposed to be enjoyed at different speeds and here she was chugging something she didn't know. But now her dizziness was completely gone and her view of Kai was so close as he was tinkering with the bartending equipment.

The velvet curtains on the other side of the suite were open as well and Yuliya realized that this was a much better vantage point as the set was going on right under them. What a view, this was probably a very expensive box to rent out and seeing that the most well member part of the Afuru family was the diplomat sister, Yuliya surmised this must be hers.

There were many elegant touches around that spoke of a dark femininity with gold accents to the heavy glass tables and light fixtures that were reminiscent of manta rays that were flying off and through the spacious suite. The water motif was apparent too in the gold inlay glassware where small mantas had been laser cut to give the drinker an interest in the host. Host as it was who had not come to this event. Only here was her little brother and the even more forgettable Yuliya.