Noah Steele went to the front desk first to settle the room bill. To his surprise, the young attendant who had led him to the room the night before was on duty again. Noah tapped him on the shoulder.
“Do you know where I can buy women’s clothes nearby? My woman’s clothes were ruined, and I need to get her a new set. I’m not familiar with this area.”
The attendant jumped slightly, then relaxed when he recognized Noah.
“Oh, boss, it’s you! Yeah, I know. Actually, there’s a shop upstairs. It’s a bit more expensive than outside—about ten percent more—but everything’s high-end. People who come here don’t really worry about money. When things get heated, clothes get torn all the time, so we keep stock ready.”
“That works,” Noah said with a nod. “Help me pick a full set. Innerwear included. K
