The guards exchanged looks.
They weren't paying attention to the last meeting Lord Mikhainon held, but they distinctly remembered him having a daughter and that they should serve that daughter to the best of their abilities. This girl matched his description, too.
They also remembered receiving orders that said the only one that could come in the VIP room were Lord Mikhainon and ruffians. He didn't say anything about his daughter.
Holy crap, one of the guards thought. These were some conflicting orders. Did Lord Mikhainon make a mistake?
He wanted to go downstairs and ask him but... the girl wasn't asking to be let in. She knew she could. If she was Lord Mikhainon's daughter, then she was probably powerful enough to navigate the place without a guide.
"Should we...?"
The other one smacked him in the arm. "You wanna get in trouble with his lordship by disobeying his daughter? Let her in, man!"
He nodded. "Ok. Follow the raven, pull the switch and head down there. Be careful, aight?"
He opened the door to let Chloe in.
Inside the double doors of the VIP room was a luxurious penthouse suite designed to look like it housed a handsome, wealthy bachelor. There was a living room, a room with a hot tub, a kitchen and a bedroom that was open. It might've been extraordinary in the sense that it looked incredibly expensive and not much else. The design was very angular and modern just like the rest of Gomorrah.
The living room had a large TV, a black leather couch, a side table, several Avant Garde paintings, a drawer full of papers and a bookshelf that held books and an assortment of knickknacks, like a seashell, a bronze statuette of a raven facing a large painting across the room, a music box with a ballerina and a framed picture of a handsome man in a garden with a paint splattered shirt and a canvas. There wasn't any way of knowing if the picture came with the frame or if it was something that held sentimental value.
The kitchen was right next to living room with only a large counter dividing the two. Upon closer inspection, it was a bar. The refrigerator, stove and microwave were slick and largely untouched. The only sign of life in the kitchen was a decanter full of brandy on the counter with two used glasses. One of the glasses had a lipstick stain.
The bedroom was a mess. The bed was king-sized but absolutely filthy with blood and sex stains. There was a ripped corset and pants sitting at a corner. The closet wasn't a closet so much as a toy box full of dangerous BDSM toys, really.
There was an unexciting bathroom, though the medicine cabinet did have illegal drugs such as ecstasy and two sets of perfumes, one for men and one for women. The room next to it had a clean hot tub and a mini bar, though there were sand at the corners.
The room smelled vaguely of sulfur.
