"Erai." She said, her voice drawing out the vowels and ending in a sigh. She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, her eyes staring at him as though eyeing a prize. "Miss, Erai. Thank you... Master Nagato..." She leaned in, cupping his face in her hand and kissed his cheek with a small chuckle. Oh god how her mouth watered, when she turned her face from his she had to lick her lips and shudder at the flavor. Intense... powerful... This one would be... well worth the 'marinading.' She walked in, her hips not without their seductive sway. 

"Seems like a bit of a shabby place," She murmured, quirking a brow slowly. "Perhaps fitting for a legion of sweaty, unwashed men. I hope the living quarters prove... worth my while."

[i]"Ha! Knowing these types of place, it's probably LOADED with them!" [/i] Came a mans voice from her Kimono. Tohru was always the most rude of the bunch. 

"Quiet now, you'll alarm our new friend." She spoke softly, turning pointedly to Nagato. "You'll have to excuse my possessions. Tsukumogami and all that." With that, she turned her heat to the center, looking at a young boy with dark wings. She turned back to her guide. "Who's that pathetic sap?"