1 Suna Hotel [Lyralei | Invite Only | No Kill] Tue Feb 23, 2016 11:55 pm
Asuna Kuroka
D-rank
Suna Hotel.
It was the grandest of hotels in the village of Sunagakure, and it was also the only few that were run by the local government. Most of the other tourist hotspots were run by private owners whose exceptional services allowed them to inflate their prices to the hundreds of thousands of ryo per night’s stay, making it almost impossible for anyone who wasn’t a businessman or a Kage to enjoy their services, and even the latter only managed to get such treatment due to their political importance and widespread influence, as well as the small notion that a little ninja dabbling could cause the entire company to collapse in on itself. Suna Hotel, however, was different, in that its prices were all normally well below the minimum, before ranging all the way to well above the maximum, a testament to the large demographic it catered to.
She walked into the reception area, which in itself already looked far too expensive for Asuna, who preferred to stay in little motels. For one thing, they were still leaps and bounds cheaper than heavily subsidised places like Suna hotel, and Asuna herself didn’t feel like paying through her nose to have a shelter over her head. For another thing, though, those motel-like residences normally were more low-key than places such as Suna Hotel, and if life had taught her anything while on the run from her father, it was that remaining on the low was essential, not just to the life of a shinobi, but for survival itself.
Asuna hesitantly walked up to the reception area. The man in charge gave her a friendly smile. It seemed practiced to the point of perfection, refined in every way so as to disarm guests and siphon as much money out of their pockets as possible. As public as this place was, it was still good business mentality to try and get as much out of your customers as you could, especially when you didn’t expect to see them again, and Asuna was fairly confident that, dressed in what she decided were rags compared to these people’s riches, she was not someone they expected to visit again. Considering the looks that these people were giving her, and how awkward and small she felt in such a big place, she was sure she didn’t want to return either.
“Um, miss? Excuse me?”
Asuna looked at the receptionist, who was looking intently at her, whatever paperwork now forgotten.
“I was asking if I could help you. We here at Suna Hotel pride ourselves on customer relations, but we can’t help you if you don’t let us,” he said with a twinkle in his eye and a small upwards tug on his lips.
Ooh, practiced to perfection alright.
“Umm, hi. I’m looking for a Lyralei from Room 417?” Asuna asked.
“Please hold on a moment, ma’am,” he said. He picked up the phone next to him and began dialling a number, and Asuna waited awkwardly at in front of him, unsure where to place her hands, her feet, or her body. Was she supposed to lean on the desk? Was she supposed to rest her hands on the desk? Was she supposed to stand there? How far away was appropriate?
Asuna didn’t know at all. Just like she didn’t know what she was actually doing here.
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It was the grandest of hotels in the village of Sunagakure, and it was also the only few that were run by the local government. Most of the other tourist hotspots were run by private owners whose exceptional services allowed them to inflate their prices to the hundreds of thousands of ryo per night’s stay, making it almost impossible for anyone who wasn’t a businessman or a Kage to enjoy their services, and even the latter only managed to get such treatment due to their political importance and widespread influence, as well as the small notion that a little ninja dabbling could cause the entire company to collapse in on itself. Suna Hotel, however, was different, in that its prices were all normally well below the minimum, before ranging all the way to well above the maximum, a testament to the large demographic it catered to.
She walked into the reception area, which in itself already looked far too expensive for Asuna, who preferred to stay in little motels. For one thing, they were still leaps and bounds cheaper than heavily subsidised places like Suna hotel, and Asuna herself didn’t feel like paying through her nose to have a shelter over her head. For another thing, though, those motel-like residences normally were more low-key than places such as Suna Hotel, and if life had taught her anything while on the run from her father, it was that remaining on the low was essential, not just to the life of a shinobi, but for survival itself.
Asuna hesitantly walked up to the reception area. The man in charge gave her a friendly smile. It seemed practiced to the point of perfection, refined in every way so as to disarm guests and siphon as much money out of their pockets as possible. As public as this place was, it was still good business mentality to try and get as much out of your customers as you could, especially when you didn’t expect to see them again, and Asuna was fairly confident that, dressed in what she decided were rags compared to these people’s riches, she was not someone they expected to visit again. Considering the looks that these people were giving her, and how awkward and small she felt in such a big place, she was sure she didn’t want to return either.
“Um, miss? Excuse me?”
Asuna looked at the receptionist, who was looking intently at her, whatever paperwork now forgotten.
“I was asking if I could help you. We here at Suna Hotel pride ourselves on customer relations, but we can’t help you if you don’t let us,” he said with a twinkle in his eye and a small upwards tug on his lips.
Ooh, practiced to perfection alright.
“Umm, hi. I’m looking for a Lyralei from Room 417?” Asuna asked.
“Please hold on a moment, ma’am,” he said. He picked up the phone next to him and began dialling a number, and Asuna waited awkwardly at in front of him, unsure where to place her hands, her feet, or her body. Was she supposed to lean on the desk? Was she supposed to rest her hands on the desk? Was she supposed to stand there? How far away was appropriate?
Asuna didn’t know at all. Just like she didn’t know what she was actually doing here.
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