Miki sighed, and lifted her chin slightly as she glanced over from her brushwork.  "Alright, Bella, give me a moment," she said, rising gracefully from the chair, setting the brush down with the head in a small pan, protecting the parchment with the intricate tracery of script from the drippings.  Glancing herself over, she wiped a small smudge of ink from the tip of her thumb with a handkerchief, setting it back down on the desk, picking up her fans and tucking them into the wide, ornately stitched and embroidered sash at the waist of her garments.<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, smiling brightly.  "Alright, Bella, come with me," she said, breezing out, giving a soft nod of her head to a few of the guests as she seemed to float through the main room of the spacious spa that was her home.  "Don't trouble yourself," she said to a rather large, Northern-looking man.  "My staff and I will handle it, please.  Just relax and enjoy yourself, friend."  She smiled softly as the man nodded, sinking back into the steaming water that took up roughly half the space in this room.<br/><br/>Hurrying along, her gown flared out behind her as she waved to the two standing on either side of the inside of the door.  "Alright, open it.  I want to see what this intruder looks like," she said as soon as the door closed behind her, sealing this section of the manse off from the rest of the guests.  One of the fans was pulled free, and snapped open with a flick of her wrist as she drew a deep breath, pushing the door open with her other hand and stepping in.<br/><br/>A sharp intake of breath was her only reaction as she studied the unconscious woman.  She had been lain on a small divan that was kept in this small, hidden side room for just such purposes, and Miki gave a grim nod.  "Bring me the satchel from my room, Bella, and be quick about it.  This one's Lookshyan."