Rodney
*Lane was new to this whole sexual hotel business. While she was aware that people came here for pleasure, she was aware that others came to just relax. She was one of those people, although she wouldn't deny pleasure if it came her way. She grins as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her as she ventures out into the hall, wondering if she could eavesdrop on some unsuspecting naughty action. She grins going to the first door, pressing her ear against it. She listens for a moment or two before she frowns. There wasn't a single peep inside. She wiggles the handle finding it locked, and thus she continues down the corridor. She smiles at a passerby before she encounters a door that was slightly opened. She lifts her brow allowing her curious nature to take hold of her as she moves into the room, gazing around curiously. There were large cobblestone stairs that went down into the basement, how bizarre. She nibbles into her bottom lip as she grins mostly to herself entering into the area*

*"Hello?" She calls out curiously, only to not hear anything in response. She shrugs a bit before venturing deeper. 
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*The darkness that surrounded her was only alleviated once she entered into the dimly lit basement. She walks deeper in, her tail suddenly coiling around her to comfort her as she nibbles into her bottom lip looking around. Suddenly poking her nose where it didn't belong seemed very dangerous. She looks behind herself to the staircase that she just walked down, seeing the light from the upper floor shining down to illuminate the wall slightly. She looks around the basement seeing some rather interesting things. Some bottles, pouches, and other things. She saw the lights flickering from the candles stationed around some sort of desk. She hadn't gotten caught yet... So surely it couldn't hurt the snoop a little. She moves behind the desk, gazing down at the books and the different artifacts there. She murmurs mostly to herself trying to figure out what it was that she was looking at.*
Diana
She'd hear an odd _clicking_ noise coming from the desk, followed by a tiny paw poking out of one of the drawers, writhing rapidly back and forth. A rattle, a clatter, and several more pieces manage to escape from other parts of the desk. One of the candles tips over, having been knocked down by a cat-sized... Torso of some kind? More bits and pieces emerge, slowly assembling atop the desk into the shape of... A cat-sized dragon of intricately carved crystal, held together and animated by a strange prismatic core in its chest, sending ripples of rainbowy light across its body. It stretches outward slowly, yawning like a cat would, before looking up at the foxgirl. It squints slightly, then flaps its wings and zooms out of the door, leaving a trail of silvery sparks behind. The door slams shut behind her, and mechanisms in the workshop whirr to life- strange, intricate things of brass and bronze and crystal, humming, ticking, clicking. To an untrained eye, they may as well be elder technology- but to those who know... There was a lathe, a screw press, a shaper... And a rather noisy thing that looked like two large drums constantly pressing against each other and turning. They all come to life, then stop their motions as whatever was supplying energy to the cogs cuts off. From a hole in the center of the room, raises a platform, where a ten foot tall dragon-man, wearing a heavy tunic, was rotating a crank to propel himself upwards. Once the wooden gantry carriage is flush with the ground, he dismounts, squinting suspiciously at the machines. His eyes trace across them all, then following the belts and cogs around the room, then below, into the floor. He chuffs quietly, muttering something about needing to isolate something or another, then looks at the woman, shaking his head slowly. He moves to sit at his desk, leaning back in the heavy iron chair and sighing quietly, before speaking in a rich, deep voice- like honey poured on thunder. "Gods above, I'm tired."
Rodney
*She was stunned into silence. Her eyes shifting around, bouncing from this and that until her gaze lands on the large male that came from out of the floor. Her head tilts, and her hands release what they were just holding, as she moves around the desk, just as he moves to take his seat. She gulps a little watching him, hoping that she wasn't in trouble for snooping, or perhaps he didn't see her? She looked around the room again, the different things chattering and clapping were now silent.*

*She wondered if he was making all of that happen? Perhaps he was some sort of witch? She nibbles into her bottom lip unsure, as her ears perk up at the top of her head as she looks back to him. She was going to say something, apologize for the intrusion, make up some tale about what the hell she was doing down here, but then he spoke first. His voice makes her cheeks blush as she pressed her lips together before grinning a little.*

*"Well... Take a nap if you're tired?" She says as if they knew each other, and as if she weren't snooping around in this man's things.*

*"Are you some sort of... Maid?" She asks, lifting her brow a little looking down at his clothes, before looking back into his eyes. He was clearly, not a maid, or a servant of any kind.*

*"How'd you come up from the floor? You made of magic?" She asks, frowning a bit before she smiles broadly.*

*"I'm made of magic!" She says wiggling her ears at him, before she snickers a little.*

"That dragon that flew out of here seemed like it was made of magic..." She murmurs looking off towards where the little being went.*
Diana
His brows furrow as he looks over towards the fox, running his eyes across her form for a few moments, before exhaling through his nostrils, briefly illuminating his face with a gout of white fire. "If you're here to buy something, I'm afraid I'm running low on copper." He says. Under his desk, he pulls a lever, and a large crane descends, lifting the carriage off of the gantry to reveal a yawning abyss below, a grooved metal track running down the sides with a gear rack going down the center on each of the four cardinal directions. On the underside of the carriage was a large crate, which is carried by the crane over to a belt, where it sits. The dragon then, slowly, clearly unhappily, drags himself over to the belt and starts sorting through the various things- manually selecting the rather hefty boulders of some greyish-green rock, while pushing and pulling everything else off the belt. Most of that was a rather pretty wine-colored rock, but the sheer amount of it was... Well. It explains why the crane was so heavy. As he works, he sets about answering her questions, seemingly appreciating the distraction. "Can't take a nap, still have work to do. I'm about the farthest thing from a maid you could get here. I used a thing called an "Elevator" To get up from the floor. The mechanics involved are simple if you know the basics of mechanics, horrendously difficult if you don't." He says, looking over to her and flashing her a grin. "And yes. That dragon was made of magic. I'm a golemancer. Trying to bridge the gap between magic..." He says, tapping the iron machine the belt was leading into. "And natural philosophy. One does not usually ask why a shiny green rock turns into a beautiful bar of copper. They simply know that it does, and that is enough. But not for me." He croons. "What if I could get more copper from the same rocks? Better copper? I pursue perfection, and copper is ideal for this. So much easier to work than iron, after all..."