There was a blood red canopy above the expensive, yet somewhat rustic king sized bed. The room was large and very high class, yet it appeared to be dated in the late 1800s.

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Escrima looked around and couldn't help but let out a low whistled as she reviewed her surroundings. This was by far the most extravagant room she had ever seen. There was no doubt in her mind that she couldn't afford the room at all. She hoped this Vincent guy was a reasonable man. She had been servicing his kitchens for a long time and this was her first time actually being inside of the hotel.

She walked over to the bed and ran her fingers along the soft sheets. Smiling to herself, she looked down at what she was wearing. It wasn't exactly suitable for a dinner in a place such as this. But she hadn't brought anything else to wear, figuring it would just be the usual drop and go that it always had been before. Margaret had said to drop their dirty clothes down the chute to be washed, but that would mean she'd be here without anything until they were cleaned. Not only that, but she really preferred to wash her own clothes.

She moved over to the large bathtub and ran some hot water into it. She grabbed a nearby rag and damped it. She started to scrub the blood off of her clothes. Most of it was really old and wouldn't really come out without soap, but some of it was fresh from those meatbags she delivered today.