The elevator's electronic security might have kept Cassandra from taking advantage of it, but the staircase was another matter. No cameras in it, and the staircase went up past all apartments, an emergency-exit at each landing, leading to the top floor too. There was a simple roof window, covered with a metal grill. The light filtering down was bright enough that the small wall lamps were not active at the time.<br/><br/>Walking to the top floor took a short moment, but the young woman arrived to the top floor, to the penthouse, and the Mistress Mischief took shape as ordered. Gazing at Cassandra for its orders the then turned to deal with the door. The flames heating the lock swiftly, causing a little bit of smoke to rise to the air. A short while later, the latch clicked open, the lock letting out a hiss. The handle seemed warmed up too, but at least it wasn't as hot as the lock's interior seemed to be.<br/><br/>Apparently hot enough to break the lock and force it open at least.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The penthouse suite had large dining area with fine meeting table set there, with embedded screens for three people on each side, and one more at the end of the table with the back facing a fake-fireplace, with an AR illusion of a cozy fire. There was a large bedroom nearby, a large wall-screen with a black-leather couch before it at the media-section of the large room, and a small kitchen section with fine appliances. This was obviously good living, albeit fairly open. There were little in the way of curtain walls, two doors leading to a bathroom and bedroom separated from the main area. Then there were the doors to the elevator, and to a balcony, as well as the fire-exit's door that had been camouflaged as part of the wall.<br/><br/>The bathroom house a large bathtub, as well as a luxurious toilet, and a sink with a large mirror above it. There was a closet with towels and bathrobes present.<br/><br/>The bedroom housed a king-sized bed with ruffled sheets and a nighttable held a tray with two empty wine-glasses, a scent of roses in the air, and there was a low-volume music playing, romantic melody of some sort. Nobody seemed to be present, but the bedroom showed someone had lived there recently at least. There was also a large case set at the end of the bed, with a pair of locks upon it.