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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Diamond District
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Mali almost asked Zoie if she had already booked a suite at the hotel beforehand or if they'd have to go there at some point to sort that out, but figured that she'd called beforehand, or had that particular room perpetually in her name or something. Maybe that hotel suite just happened to be where she spent most of her working hours. Whatever the case, clothes were secured and shipped off to a semi-secure location, and Mali only felt slightly bad about buying absurdly expensive clothes with someone else's cash. But if Zoie's words were anything to go by, she picked out fewer items than expected, with was something.

[color=D5FF00]"Kind of weird for a spa to be in the middle of the city. I thought places like that would be outside of city limits, away from all the noise. But, I guess convenience overrides. Sounds good to me,"[/color] Mali said, leaving the store behind. She raised her hand over her eyes as the morning California sun blinded her briefly. Maybe at one of the shops she should pick up a pair of shades like Zoie to protect her eyes from all this bullshit sun. Or maybe a nice hat.

[color=D5FF00]"I definitely need new shoes for tonight, unless you also happen to wear size 12 and have something that'd go with my dress. I'll need to find someplace to put these after I change out of them though."[/color] Now that she thought about it, it had been a long-ass time since she had worn proper high heels. Thinking back, the last occasion was probably University Graduation. She might have lost some of her balancing capabilities in the meantime. That and the fact that she might have to end up running tonight for unforeseen reasons prompted her to decide to try looking for something close to the ground. That went with her outfit. And didn't look hideous.