I nodded as I followed him up the ramp toward the lobby. There were corporate hostelries in Seattle—places open only to various ranks of corporators, regardless of their actual affiliations—but the concept hadn't really caught on there yet. (In Cheyenne? Maybe that backwater burg will catch up in a decade, chummer.) Apparently, the high-tone suits like the hostelries because they contribute even more to the separation between them and the burakumin ... a class that included me, which gave the whole thing a nice touch of irony, didn't it?