Councilor Berdini was no stranger to the teahouse. In fact, in some months he had been the greatest patron of the place, both in the main floor of the building and as a guest to the rooms upstairs. There was not a tea, nor a teahouse girl that Stefan Berdini hadn't sampled at one point or another, and generally here was the place he came when he wanted to be treated like royalty. After all his deep pockets and suave demeanor left girls vying for his attention whenever he came to visit. There was no reason that tonight should be like any other.
It was true, that there had been that rather unfortunate incident with Simona, though luckily the girl had forgotten it just like all of the others that he had showed to that secret room. Still, with the hour lost to consider he hadn't taken upon himself to visit the teahouse since then. Perhaps it was just that his last experience had been so satisfying even without his rememberance that he hadn't needed the place. Still, a man could only contain himself so long and courting a woman was just far too much work.
Except in the case of Shetani. That evil creature boiled his blood and consumed his mind. She was difficult to shake in the days and weeks that passed between her visits. She was a creature that he was sure would feed the most carnal of his desires. But those sorts of women took time, patience. They were worth the wait in the end. Not like cheap, little disposable teahouse girls filled with all their silly non-sense and ruffles. But he had needs, and seeing Shetani leave his apartment had only stoked the fire that he was sure he could no longer contain, and so it was at the door of the teahouse that he went.
He had barely made it inside of the building, having already begun to remove his coat when one of the blond haired girls (his least favorite actually, she was far simpler than most and likely only got the job by virtue of a rather large bosom) came over to him and started shaking her head.
"I'm.. I'm sorry M-m-mister Berdini. You aren't allowed here anymore." She stammered, recoiling from him as if some muscle memory recalled the sort of wrath that could be started in the man, even if her mind had no recollection of it.
He blinked and stared at the girl for a long minute that made the girl squirm with discomfort as she watched his reaction.
"Not allowed?" His voice was dark, and as cold as the winter's breath and yet outwardly he seemed disturbingly calm. "And might I inquire as to why I am not longer allowed?" His hand clenched and unclenched on the handle of his cane.
"I-I-I don't know Sir. Miss K-k-a-c-k-kk-" She couldn't even get Petronela's name out properly and eventually gave up. "She just said you weren't allowed anymore. P-p-puhlease, I don't want a scene." Why she would think that was quite intriguing considering just how calm the gentleman had been until this point.
"Ah my dear girl, I can see that this is hardly your fault." The hand clenched and unclenched once more. "But I do hope you can understand my concern. I've missed your company my little flower, and I so longed to see you tonight."
The girl stopped cowering enough to look at him and blink a few times. He rarely chose her, and the nights that he had it seemed like the other girls had been busy. But she, like the others remembered how well he paid.
"Do get Miss Kaczmarek for me please." He continued. "I believe I'm owed an explanation."
He watched as the girl turned to go and averted his gaze a moment, hissing an irritated breath through his nose. Oh the Mistress of the Teahouse would most indefinitely pay for this offense were she not able to redeem herself.