The hotel room was the Deluxe having two rooms separated by a door: the living room upon walking in shared with a dining and kitchen area, bedroom beyond the door, and a bathroom. A door from the living room led to an outdoor patio area. The living room was given the essentials having a coffee table, a few chairs, a couch which folded out into a bed, television set, and some decoration to give it life. The dining room had a square table paired with a four chairs in matching design with a light fixture above. The kitchen had a range with a microwave above, a full sized refrigerator, sink, and cabinets with plates and basic cheap cookware. Through the doorway leading to the bedroom one would find two queen sized beds separated by a nightstand set fixed with an alarm clock and lamp. On the wall was another television set surrounded by an entertainment center. A large drawer set and walk in closest completed their room.
One of the beds were already claimed by Masuyo as her flak jacket, unzipped, laid hostless at the foot of the bed along with her belt carrying all of her carried items, holster, and bandage wrap. Her backpack was in the closet with all of her clothes already stashed away in half of the dresser. A hamper was also partially filled with a black long sleeve, black pants, bra, and panties. The sound of the shower was present to those in the room. The bathroom door was locked with a white towel wedged under to prevent the steam from escaping. Between the toilet and the shower was a long, black lacquered scabbard standing upright resting against the porcelain throne. Blacktongue... The chokuto forged by Kameko and perhaps one of Masuyo's more prized possessions. It was an ebony long sword made to pristine quality being able to act like a tool when needed, slicing through wood and even iron with ease.
I should've used you earlier. Masuyo's black hair was shining like silk as she worked conditioner through it. For a Jounin who fought down and dirty not being afraid of cutting beaten and thrown in the mud while having mannerisms of a twelve year old boy she kept up a very feminine appearance and took care of her body when she could. Masuyo would turn the knob when she finished her shower cutting off the water supply as silence resumed the hotel room. She'd wring out her hair before stepping onto the bath rug and proceeding to dry herself off. Once aptly dry she'd equip a white bath robe provided by the hotel and worked a towel turban before stashing the scabbard in her robe's belt and opening the bathroom door kicking aside the towel on the floor. Being greeted by a chilling draft and fresh air she'd turn her head to see if the others have returned yet. "Hmm. Oh well. I'm hungry."
Masuyo hastily decided what to order as the convenience of the "room service" on the kitchen counter urged her. Sitting at the kitchen table she punched in the digits on the landline phone. A few idol rings would be greeted with a response. "Howdy! I'd like to place an order for room two-seventeen, please. Can I have one order of your General Tso's, Sweet and Sour Pork, Mongolian Beef, and Garlic Chicken. I'd also like two large boxes of shrimp lo mein, two eight piece pot stickers, hot and sour soup, a medium order of steamed veggies, and two large orders of chicken skewers. Hmmm...and a six pack of beers. That'll be it. Thank you!" Masuyo did promise she would provide for her team, after all. Even if she wanted to binge everything she orders she doubted she could. For now she played the waiting game.