Fang's wait was rewarded with an appearance of a tall man with a slender form, and a picture of a woman in his hand. Thirty or at most fourty, he was in a good shape. His left arm covered with the tattoo of a naked angel woman, his right arm with the tattoo of a naked devil woman. Standing there as Fang stepped out, he turned to face her as she spoke, but as his eyes widened, the smooth cheeks still wet, one hand grasping on his towel around the waist. The young man's eyes seemed to become a bit hazy, the picture falling from his other hand.<br/><br/>"I really need to rest a little... hmm, did I lock my case?" He moved to the case nearby, seeming to try and open it, pressing a hand against a plate next to the lock and then starting to enter the combination. The locks each clicking and opening, before the man stumbled onto the bed onto his back.<br/><br/>As he did, it became apparent that either life was unfair, or serious work had gone to that body. The manhood in plain view enough to make most men a fair bit jealous. If his form was rich, the case's contents were small. Two sealed boxes, a set of four credsticks with a black coating, and a set of two passports, and a thin notebook of some sort.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I wasn't sure if you meant you had no dice, or had no success in the roll. Decided to go along the lines of not having had the dice at hand.</div></div>