[B][i]Reinhard ‘Tenno’ Martin[/i][/b]

"I'll pay," Tenno said to Intan, "So, what are your tastes? I like men of my age group - 18 to 22 - and older women with an Amazonian disposition; muscle girls. I presume you only like women, though? If so, what's your type?"

This wasn't just small talk; Tenno needed to know what he can about his teammate - After all, it's best to know their buttons should they turn against him one day, or he felt the need to turn against them for some greater good; it's not like they're going to reject bringing a girl who did not want to be brought back to her father, especially since her father probably wanted her to marry an abusive asshole for money and alliances.

He entered the Silver Rose, his silvery hair shimmering as he moved; if Intan viewed him through the Astral Plane right now, he would be a bright beacon, emanating metallic hues of golden, silver, and platinum light. Speaking of the Astral Plane, Tenno thought of switching to Astral Perception but decided not to be rude to the... employees and the madame. With a smile, he approached the receptionist, saying, "Greetings; I presume this place is open?"

Once he had gotten his answers, he would ask another series of questions, namely about the availability of their workers, their experience, and what races they employed, which segued into another query about how frequently they had business. Then, he'd look for someone who was both handsome/beautiful and [i]not[/i] dumber than a sack of hammers, and if multiple people who fit those criteria existed, he'd spend money on them all plus what Intan had, then head off into the rooms, where in-between 'exertions', he would ask them about their lives and the local situation, pumping them for [i]info[/i].