<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.donmai.us/sample/a3/77/__ampharos_pokemon_drawn_by_takeshima_nia__sample-a3771c8c519adf80443bf7a767ca2dc9.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Date / Time: Wednesday the 28th / Late Morning</strong></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Tera Joule<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>(Pictured) Yellow skirt higher on right hip and down to knee on left, Crop top with open chest, thigh high boots. Black ring accents on clothing and wrists.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Lite Beacon In<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cassandra<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/>Along the main street of Midtown stands The Lite Beacon, one of the best inns in the city, and a constant hub of good food, good drink, and fine gossip. The outside is a mixture of stone and wood, built 2 floors tall with a heavy oak door stained red, with matching windows and roof. A sigh hangs above the door, the image of a lighthouse with a shining yellow gem glowing as the light. Stepping inside people find a warm and cozy dining room, a dozen small round tables around the edges of the room with seating for two or four. Running the middle length of the room is a large rectangular table with benches on either sides for either lone diners or those with larger parties. In the back corners are dimly light booths, the view into them obscured from all angles unless you walked right up to them, giving those wishing a bit of a privacy a place to find it. All the furniture is a deep red mahogany with a dark coating of stain, the many lights around the room bringing out the streaks of red in the wood giving the illusion of veins of fire in the grain. Around the dining room a Gorebyss and Huntail pair of siblings named Claire and Clark could be seen flowing around the tables, taking orders, delivering food and drink and all around being upbeat and happy, making guests smile and laugh.<br/><br/>To the left of the dining room right by the front door stands a small counter with a comfortable chair behind it, a busty curvaceous Miltank name Sabrina manning the counter directing guests to their rented rooms or an empty table depending on what they seek. Just behind the counter is a staircase leading upstairs to half a dozen well furnished rooms, all decorated in a variety of colors and patterns. Off the back of the dining room is the kitchen, a large room hosting a pair of chefs, a Charizard named Flare and Rapidash who only refers to himself as Speed. Good natured jeers and taunting could often be heard from the pair as they each claimed to be the better chef and do their best to one up each other, thus guaranteeing a dining experience to be remembered for any who come for a meal.<br/><br/>Coming out of the kitchen just now was Tera, arms loaded with plates as she zipped around the tables dropping off meals and chatting, making her guests smile and feel at ease her upbeat personality always drawing new customers in. After dropping off the last plate she zipped over to the counter and smiled at the larger girl sitting down, "Hey Sabrina, how's the morning looking?"<br/><br/>Sabrina smiled up at her boss and grinned, bouncing in her seat causing her ample bust to mimic her movements, drawing the eyes of many of the men and some of the women in the room, Tera included, "Hey Boss!" She said, a sweet and decadent voice that well suited her appearance flowing from her lips, "Great! Only one room is vacant and we made a killing with breakfast, we turned the tables four, sometimes five times! Thats almost double what we normally do, this upcoming festival is great for business!"<br/><br/>Tera let out a pleasant laugh, electricity crackling from the gem on her tail and up her spine before dissipating into her skin, "That's great! Keep up the good work and we'll set for the rest of the year at this rate." She encouraged before looking around the slowly emptying room with a nod, "If anyone comes in looking for me I'll be in the back left booth, I have some paperwork to go over." With a wave she walked off and disappeared into the private booth, pulling the stack of papers she left from before breakfast over to her, keeping both businesses running was tiring, but worth it, she just had to track spending in both of them carefully to make sure nothing got missed in her reports to her silent partners.<br/>