After quite a bit more incessant knocking and shouting, Sanae finally pulled out a key and unlocked the door herself.  "There you are.  Here, that other inn sent you an invoice for damages last night," she said, putting a folded sheet of paper on the bed, apparently unconcerned about Kyuui's state of dress.  "We need to make sure your performance can cover those fees, so you better get up and ready for practice."  Not giving them a chance to respond, she turned and left the room.