Walking up to the foreign hotel, it reminded him on his rush into this; Jaroslav haven't even toured the city like he normally do, meaning he hasn't found a decent place to settle in. He was quite endowed in money, but if he was going to waste it, he wanted to wast it on a hotel that would brush his hair and wipe his ass at the same time—this building looked like such. No, that was bad business, this was his meeting spot, and docking in this hotel was a surefire way of letting someone know where he stayed; and that made him unnecessarily uncomfortable. Jaroslav entered the grand building and collected his key and directions, he didn't hide his shameless looks into the finely dressed women bosoms, it was delightful to see them discretely pull the neck of their shirt up, pretending to be chilled—if they showed it, he'd gladly look—but a thin cloak of fabric wasn't going to pull his eyes away; he had an imagination, and he was damn well going to use it. Though the wall he just turned around did block his vision, so his eyes traveled back to his shinny black wingtip shoes (http://media.redgaloshes.com/sq/273/007631.jpg) as he walked towards his destination.<br/><br/>They squeaked on the shinny floor, the noise sounding irritably loud with the squeaking of his new pair of cheap purple latex gloves (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAy6LJoD1cc/SblgaTUeuXI/AAAAAAAAFD8/xHvcr8Iaim0/s320/Kimberly-Clark-Safeskin-Purple-Nitrile-Exam-Gloves-211109-Clark-Safeskin-Purple-Nitrile-Exam-Gloves-211109-PRODUCT-MEDIUM_IMAGE.jpg); his lips pursed in his only show of delight, a lecherous gloss coated his eyes as he walked to the door of the suite. Jaroslav liked to be on time, so he came a little early, just a few minutes or so before ten, looking at the clock, he had a good three minutes left before it stroke ten exactly, so he waited by the door. It wasn't photographic, but he could say he had an above average memory, and he pictured his new client he would soon meet—on the other side of the door, he hoped; late people made him really frizzled—and he was anxious to meet her in person, his chest was tightly constricted against his fully button coat (http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g42/Rayka_Sannada/clear1.png) it was hot, and yes he could tell, but it didn't matter when it came to fashion, and he would dress presentable always and whenever.<br/><br/>It read ten now on his watch, and not like he was perfectly accurate at setting it, her clock or any other could be earlier or later, but his struck ten and he raised his fist to give a soft appropriate knock on the door. He had keys, but it was polite to knock, especially when visiting a lady, and damn, no flowers, well he only hoped his bloom of money would play accurately to her floral fancy. He didn't wait for her to answer as he used his key and entered. He saw her siting there, but he allowed his eyes to survey the room, going from the lesser half to the most important; which was the decorations and seating, the fire place, to the bed, the candles that most definitely was a gift from his company, and then to the woman who glowed exactly like she did in her photograph.<br/><br/>He didn't look her in the eye as he close the door, his eyes stayed glued in her direction, and began to unbutton his coat, he moved casually, like he was returning home from a long days work, as he took his time taking off his coat to reveal his black turtle neck (http://www.woolpower.se/_images/products/PROD_7222_BLACK_MEN_LPIC.gif), though the neck was covered by his gray scarf; which he shortly removed after hanging his coat. He didn't remove the gloves or shoes and walked over to one of the spare chairs in front of her, taking a seat—erect posture and unnecessarily wide spread legs, feet planted on the ground, and facing forward—he then began to flex his fingers, squeaking the elastic as he did so.<br/><br/>“Hello, and good evening Flora; I am Jaroslav.” He said after a while, when he was comfortable and ready.