Thread: The Charming Depths Hotspring

Azazel was looking around the interior, he was casually observing the interior decorations of the inn. The Inn had a lot of good reviews, and its rural location, and natural springs were all the things that he had been looking for to take his mind off the world and justrelax. Everything seemed out of a fairytale though, almost surreal. He had always had a fondness for the Japanese culture and their traditions that most resorts really capitalize on. His own understanding of the culture from where he had lived a majority of his life and career. This place, however, just screamed interesting things to look at and a quiet place to rest. He reached around with his left hand and scratched his head near where his neck met the base of his skull. It was one of the few areas on his body that didn't have scars, and it always itched. It was almost as if his body was trying to force him to make new wounds by scratching too hard or something dumb that he occasionally worried about. He heard a voice come from behind him. He looked over his right shoulder, unable to see the woman behind him and now staring at him from behind the counter. He turned his body around slowly, his head slowly resetting its position to a neutral position as he came to face the buxom vixen in front of him. He tried to rest his hands on the counter in an attempt to lean forward, but his grip slipped and he stumbled a little as he fell forward a bit. He quickly caught himself and pulled his posture back as he relented from the notion of leaning on the counter again. He stood up straight and shook his head a little as he cursed himself silently. He looked back up and into the eyes of the woman who was being polite and smiling at him from across the counter. He gave a small smile without showing any teeth, a smile that quickly faded. He nodded and bowed a little, feeling a little awkward as he suddenly felt a little unsure about his knowledge of a country he had worked in a few times and vacationed innever. Uh, yes. He said, suddenly unsure of the language he was speaking in as he was no longer feeling so familiar and welcome in it. Sorry, he began, looking away as he gave another small smile and returning his gaze to her. I justYou caught me off guard. I've studied your language a lot but your he paused as he fought every cell and urge in his body to not look down at her chest. Appearance. Your good looks--they caught me off guard. My apologies. Thank you for your concern about my solitude. he said as he gave another awkward bow. Looking back up he tried to give a confident smirk as he began to smirk again to hide his shame. Sorry, I know you probably get this often, but I chose this hotel because of its he looked around and gestured with his left hand around him, looking back at the beautiful woman in front of him again. Its aesthetic, its history, itsculture. I was hoping to see if I reserved any packages, and if not I would like to do so. He put both hands together as he opened his wallet, looking down at the colorful money inside of it as he fattened wallet. He looked down and looked back up at her again. Also, are there any robes or such loungewear in the room? I'm afraid I didn't pack anything other than functional efficient clothes. I'm afraid to admit I typically dontrelax. He said.