Docca doesn't take much longer before she was walking out with a pair of credsticks new, holding up a 2-7-0-0 and a 'V' sign for nuyen.  She had managed to procure more money; apparently she could talk her way into quite a bit of dough...<br/><br/>"Well, quite a bit of coin, isn't it?" she says, handing him one of the credsticks "Your half, chico.  Now if I'm not mistaken, we just have to go to, mmm,<em>my place</em>.  Here's the address... you can follow me."<br/><br/>The address in the message... it's apparently in Tacoma, about ten, fifteen minutes north of Kira's own home.  In fact, something seemed familiar about it...<br/><br/>(Intuition + Regional(Seattle) please; 2 hits and you know that it's the address of Olga's Tearoom, for 3 you know that while downstairs is indeed a Russian teahouse, the upper levels are hose to a brothel, well kept, well cared for, with lovely girls that are<em>all</em>completely clean and legit)