Maeve
A quiet laugh bubbles up in her throat and she flashes him a smile that makes it seem like she's about to share a secret with him. "Well, luckily for you we had a recent vacancy." She's referring to herself and her promotion to Madame. All of the information she's provided seems to do a good job of putting him at ease and that brings a warmth to her own chest as he lets out a relieved laugh of his own. Maeve makes to stand, offering her hand to him and waiting for him to take it before she loops their arms together.
"Wonderful. Welcome home, Thomas." She hums, eyes bright as she smiles up at the taller man before escorting him from the room and back into the main lounge area. The windows are all currently closed thanks to the storms, but even with them shut it's still light and airy inside. There is a bar situated on one side and various places for conversation scattered through out. "We have a full service bar and kitchen. All of your meals are provided. If you have any allergies let Amelia know and she will pass the information on to the cooks." Maeve explains as they breeze through the lounge towards the back stairs that are tucked behind reception.
"These are the stairs to the private rooms. No one is permitted past without checking in or an escort from one of the workers. All the rooms are sound proof and clean themselves. You are free to decorate however you wish." With light steps she makes her way up the stairs, her arm still looped with Finn's as they reach the top of the stairs Maeve turns him left down a hall, heading to the end. She removes a ring of keys from a pocket hidden in her skirt, slipping it into the lock, "This will be your room. It used to be mine. It has a wonderful view of the ocean and you can always catch the sunset." Maeve ushers him inside, letting the door close behind them.
The inside has the same white furniture as the downstairs lounge. Whatever personal effects that used to be in the room already removed from the space. A large four poster bed, a small seating area, a fireplace, and a table for taking meals are all available for him. "How are you for clothes, toiletries, and the like? Is there anything that you need?" Maeve asks, turning her attention back to him as he takes in what is effectively his new home.
"Wonderful. Welcome home, Thomas." She hums, eyes bright as she smiles up at the taller man before escorting him from the room and back into the main lounge area. The windows are all currently closed thanks to the storms, but even with them shut it's still light and airy inside. There is a bar situated on one side and various places for conversation scattered through out. "We have a full service bar and kitchen. All of your meals are provided. If you have any allergies let Amelia know and she will pass the information on to the cooks." Maeve explains as they breeze through the lounge towards the back stairs that are tucked behind reception.
"These are the stairs to the private rooms. No one is permitted past without checking in or an escort from one of the workers. All the rooms are sound proof and clean themselves. You are free to decorate however you wish." With light steps she makes her way up the stairs, her arm still looped with Finn's as they reach the top of the stairs Maeve turns him left down a hall, heading to the end. She removes a ring of keys from a pocket hidden in her skirt, slipping it into the lock, "This will be your room. It used to be mine. It has a wonderful view of the ocean and you can always catch the sunset." Maeve ushers him inside, letting the door close behind them.
The inside has the same white furniture as the downstairs lounge. Whatever personal effects that used to be in the room already removed from the space. A large four poster bed, a small seating area, a fireplace, and a table for taking meals are all available for him. "How are you for clothes, toiletries, and the like? Is there anything that you need?" Maeve asks, turning her attention back to him as he takes in what is effectively his new home.
when you are not fed love on a silver spoon
you learn to lick it off of knives
you learn to lick it off of knives
