“So, anywhere?” Grace confirmed.

Evelyn giggled, before hugging the younger vampire. While unsaid this was her way of apologizing for having to embody her role.

Grace was not done wearing that uniform however. Given her youthful appearance the younger vampire could easily move throughout the bowels of the hotel unnoticed. There were entire sections of the hotel dedicated for hotel and guest staff to move about without interaction with the main areas.

“The walk-in closet will probably be more discreet,” Evelyn said.

“True,” Grace said.

That kind of language was common throughout the land. Everyone was doing their part, including the women who even gave up wearing corsets so the steel could be diverted towards the war machine. I heard they built a dreadnought with that steel.

“Speaking of which,” Evelyn said. “We need to unpack. Please focus on the photography equipment.”

“Where will we set up the dark room?”

Evelyn walked towards the door and flicked off the switch. The main lights went out plunging them in a world devoid of light. As vampires they could still see without difficulty, humans would be entirely unable to move about. That’s a feature, like the soundproofing.

“The same reason why the other side will send agents,” Evelyn said. “To figure out what we are up to.”

“Is that why you accepted their offer?” Grace asked.

The lady had been invited by the staff to create a whole series of art pieces. Evelyn was a master painter and sculptor, and had the opportunity to create works that would catch the eyes of guests for decades.

“Of course not,”  Evelyn said before giggling. “First and foremost, I’m bored.”

“So why not have a bit of fun while he’s off to war?”

“Exactement,” Evelyn said. (Exactly.) “Besides, if it helps the cause…”

The allure of The Grand was its neutral status. Vampires on opposing sides of the conflict were said to be safe within these walls. Having the telephone bugged says otherwise.

“I suspect every room is bugged,” Evelyn replied. “When they are done, I suspect this wand will always glow red.”

She suspected that some would view that as being neutral. No one has an advantage over another.

“Then why are we here?” Grace said.

“The same reason why the other side will send agents,” Evelyn said. “To figure out what we are up to.”

“I will not tolerate any further lapses in etiquette, Grace,” Evelyn said. “Am I clear?”

“Y-y-yes, mistress,” Grace said.

From a hidden pocket built into the side of their travel bags Grace produced a little metallic cylinder and handed it to Evelyn. The lady took a sip of blood from a flask, and within a minute the device emitted a soft blue glow.

“Be a dear and draw my bath,” Evelyn said.

Evelyn made her rounds through the room, the water closet, and the adjoining maids quarters. The colour remained consistent until she approached the bed. The device transitioned to a purple and devolved further into a bright red as she neared.

The maid opened the door and took a quick look down both ends of the hallway. After confirming they were alone, she went back inside and barred the door.

“All clear, Evelyn,” the maid said.

“Pardon?” Evelyn said in Parisian French.

While the tone was harsh, and her eyebrow was clocked and that impish smile confirmed it was part of the act. Nevertheless Evelyn moved her lips to say ‘Sorry’ and slapped her maid hard across the face.

“M-m-my apologies, m-m-mistress!”

Evelyn cupped one of her ears, before using her hand to make an all around signal. The maid nodded, and went for their bag.

The courtier walked out on the hall and shortly thereafter a long progression of rough two dozen staff walked in carrying in bags and that was followed by several pairs carrying steamer trunks. All of it was stacked neatly by the door, and every single one retreated from sight before either of the women could say anything.

With the last man done, the courtier lingered long enough to ensure there were no additional instructions. When it became clear they were ignoring him, he excused himself and closed the door behind him.

This concluded the first of what would be many training sessions. Maxwell, the night concierge, felt it was best to work up the night staff in dealing with difficult clients. This happened to be the same demographic who tend to decapitate waiters due to their tone.

“We are aware,” the maid said. “That being said, if my mistress were to discover that she was deceived…”

The rest was left unsaid to leave plenty to the imagination. While the power behind that threat was at war, in his element, they saw no need to volunteer that detail.

“Understood, my lady,” the courtier replied. “Permission—(to bring in your bags.)”

“Be quick about it,” the maid said.