<em>Why, isn't this quite the fine place?</em><br/><br/>Alwin took quite a bit of effort on his part to keep his eyes off Beatrice's swinging tush as he's lead to his room, with his massive Harp in tow that's left to the security staff now. Thank goodness for having such stupidly rich customers sometimes - they can either be the most stingy of stooges, or have too much money to throw around and can throw as many indulgences at you as they like.<br/><br/>This is one of the better ones.<br/><br/>When he was able to put down his things, he'd let himself explore the place as he liked once he was able to get the room to himself. Smiling quite openly to the kind little lass for helping him out, he bends down to steal a brief little peck on her cheek as thanks, waiting for them to leave before he got down to business.<br/><br/>When he gets left alone though, he'd opt not to leave the premises and room until that lady Roxanne arrived. His purpose was to after all, fulfill that transaction. Anything else to do in this place was really, up to the whims and kindness of the owners. Opening up the casing of the Harp, it's eased out, easy as you please and he begins to polish at it, wanting it to be in the most presentable condition possible by the time she arrives.