Scene two: old business
Hard echoes, the unmistakable sound of well-worn boots. The staff, however, pay no attention to either the white haired man, the younger man beside him or the bandaged, barely-conscious man the younger of the two is carrying.
Moving towards the back of the questionable establishment, the three reach a plain door.
"Let me do the talking, kid", Archer says.
The blonde grunts dismissively, unable to add a gesture as he is holding the injured man.
Opening the door, the group see two women lying on the bed, both in lingerie. The first is Sakura, the number-one hostess, wearing a pink outfit with black accents, thigh highs and purple high heels. Her outfit is loose, barely hanging off her, as if her hips and breasts are keeping it up by sheer will alone. She represents the face of the business and, if I were to guess, I'd say she's been busy.
The second is Rider, the manager of this establishment. Despite her position, she does still entertain clients, but her role is mostly as a protector of the ladies from thugs and creeps. Her outfit is black with purple accents, complete with the same thigh-highs and heels. Unlike Sakura, her outfit fits her form. In fact, it fits somewhat too well, and, despite my best attempt not to notice, I can see her nipples through the fabric.
"And what brings you gentlemen to our fine Maison?" the manager asks, adjusting her glasses as she rises off the bed.
Archer fights the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Shirou, as you can see, is worn out. We need a place to keep him till he recovers", the white haired man explains.
"Sakura, take Shirou and Satoshi and see that they are taken care of. Archer and I are negotiating a price for their stay." Rider says, snapping open a small black book.
Sakura nods and waves for Satoshi to follow. Satoshi is not entirely willing to leave but, nevertheless, he relents and carries Shirou out.
With the three gone, Rider stares at Archer until, finally, he holds up his hands and gives in.
"Yeah, we're hiding from him. Fighting an army of monsters like that, I'm surprised we last as long as we do. Helps that the kid keeps Shirou's head on straight", he says.
Rider says silent for a moment, before replying with "two hundred thousand dollars for three days".
Archer looks at her, speechless.
"More if you want to fool around", she adds.
"That's ridiculous, we're a guerilla operation, not billionaires", Archer exclaims.
Rider raises an eyebrow and then puts a finger to her lips.
"Hmm, well, let's see... You and Satoshi have to work here for at least a week, what's more you'll have to let the girls use you as they see fit. And, I get the young one."
Archer hesitated for a moment but, seeing the look on Rider's face, gave in again.
"Deal. But, before you work us to the bone, can I ask about those matters?"
Rider nodded.
"Saber has finished Medea's reeducation and, whilst both Rin and Saber are on the list of those available, they are priced so highly that only your golden friend could think about affording them".
Archer sighed in relief, knowing that both girls were unmarred by the lifestyle of the house.
"Third door on the left, tin-man, you'll be working the ladies club", Rider orders, pointing to the door.
With a another sigh Archer heads out, mentally preparing to be eye-candy, and potentially more.
