268: The city of pleasure - Part 2

The receptionist handed them two ornate keys, each attached to a golden tag with the room numbers etched in elegant script. "Enjoy your stay," she said sweetly. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

As the trio climbed the spiral staircase to the upper floors, the grandeur of the hotel became even more apparent. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting idyllic scenes of rolling hills and sparkling lakes, and the bannisters were carved from dark wood polished to a gleam. Yet, beneath all the opulence, there was a strange unease.

"I don't trust her," Mary said once they were out of earshot. "Or this place."

"Neither do I," Raziel added, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "But Layla's right. We'll play along for now."