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Voxtek Enterprises.
The garish building wasn't one Alastor would normally deign to step foot into, but the Vees were causing issues for Charlie and the hotel (and by extension- him) and well, that just wouldn't do. He was here to solve these issues before they became a bigger nuisance to him.
His steps make a light clacking sound on the tile as he walks across the large lobby, peering around with the usual sharp-toothed smile on his face taking in every detail of the interior of the large building.
Overcompensating much, Vox? he thinks to himself as he takes in the large building, a small hum off amusement accompany the thought. Oh, how he hopes he has a chance to make the comment to the other sinner in person. Vox's reactions to his jabs were always delightful.
He's almost to the front desk when a figure catches his eye. Not the one he was looking for, per se, but one that would work just as well for what he needed.
"Velvette, dear!" he calls out, arms opening wide as he approaches her, then stops abruptly a few feet away from her, cane making a tiny clicking sound as it hits the floor between his feet. He leans forward, hovering over her, broad smile still in place.
"Could I bother you for a moment, hm?"