(OOC: Intuition +Regional (Seattle): 8 dice -- 6 hits)<br/><br/>Kira pockets the cred stick Docca gives him, placing it in a different pocket from the other cred sticks he has. Speaking of which, if he is able to divide them evenly, Kira will handle over Docca's share just to square the matter away. Once mounted on his bike again, Kira was a little taken aback that the address he had been given was in Tacoma...and it wasn't all that far from his own place; how had he never seen someone like Docca before?<br/><br/>Looking at the address for a couple moments, Kira realizes the address is for Olga's Tearoom, owned and run by a she-troll herself. The elf wasn't that much of a tea person, but he visited the place a couple of times in the past...though he didn't know the owner personally by any stretch of the imagination or had connections to the right people to gain access to the upper levels, Olga's brothel. Aside from not liking their type of beverage, Olga was a rather intimidating troll indeed, and it wasn't just because she a troll, oh no, the lady had mafia connections and certainly had access to the resources there of. She took care of her girls, that much could be said, and she did it well. Was Docca one of them? Normally he wouldn't assume a doctor would be whoring on the side...but Docca was quite...talented.<br/><br/>He wouldn't bother saying anything to Docca on the way there via messages; Kira just followed right behind her down along the highway. Once they got to Tacoma and the Teahouse, Kira would find a spot for his bike and approach Docca. "Didn't know Olga kept apartments...also didn't know you're fifteen minutes away from me either...did you just move here, chika, because I find hard to believe we've living in the same general area and I haven't seen you before!"