The smile that has perched itself in such faux-innocence upon her rosy lips does not waver, not even in the slightest, as her newest patron so kindly refuses a portion of her offer. She would have been forced to admit quite some measure of disappointment had the vampire actually acquiesced to the deal in its entirety; one did not survive as long as she undoubtedly had by allowing such subtle tests to slip so innocently through the proverbial cracks. She was no fool... and yet neither was Alloette. "As you wish," she lilted, nodding her head congenially to the side. "Right this way." Her words come as a purr, an almost provocative inflection as she moves to lead her charge onwards as the antiqued doors of the elevator slide open to admit them.

The bustling din of the foyer and the bar beyond is severed by the weighty doors as they swoosh to a smooth close, the stoic blonde sighing almost imperceptibly as slender digits moved to work the buttons. She was far less than fond of tight spaces, had been for as far back as she could recall; in truth, the lift would have been decommissioned years prior had it not been for the seemingly absolute aversion that all of her patrons and staff seemed to have against taking the stairs. Alloette herself rarely ever entered the damned thing but for special occasions. The evidence of her agitation, however, did not tarnish the beautiful features of her face, nor did it succeed in subverting the words of the woman beside her. "It is my pleasure. You may call me Madame," she offered in a tone that, while not impolite, stayed any further questioning. It was a peculiar habit, this aversion to providing her given name, and yet it one she had indulged handsomely ever since adolescence.

Her next question, and subsequently the opening of the lift doors, breed a smile upon Alloette's face that is darkly alluring... as are the syllables, sparse though they are, that drip from her plump lips. "Many. We offer the finest amenities for vampires, witches, and were-creatures alike." The lithe blonde woman pauses at the hefty oaken, gothically adorned, door of the Vestry, extracting her own skeleton key before turning easily upon the balls of her feet, the enchanting turquoise of her eyes falling upon her counterpart in a level fashion. "I am a business woman, Miss De Vere, and having my patrons harassed whilst in my establishment would be very bad for business. I am aware of everything that goes on here, I know of everyone who comes through my door... and the only two individuals with keys to your room are myself and you. You may rest easy, for I assure you that I am exceptionally good at what I do." A devilish delight flickers both in her eyes and in the smile that caresses her features, knowing without fault that this is an understatement. Alloette was descendent of an ancient and legendary series of practitioners, their craft as old as the creatures whose strings they pulled so effortlessly... and as strong as the potions that seemed second nature to them. Truly, the only threat to this vampire or any within her establishment would only have come from the blonde woman herself. Should the spirit have moved her, of course.

With that, and the smooth turning of a baroque key into a gilded lock, Alloette allows the door to the Vestry to ease ajar, the shroud of mystery as to wait lay beyond finally pulled aside. The youthful woman steps aside, content to have her charge make an entrance and see for herself the lavish gothic grandeur that was hers for as long as her funds would allow. "The Vestry," she announces in quiet tones as her body slides through the arched doorway, as silent upon the immaculate carpet as if she were somehow feline. "I am sure you will find it to your liking." It was but a simplistic courtesy, a social nicety spouted purely for congenial affect. Alloette had not, in the years since she had purchased and tirelessly renovated the estate, come across any individual who had not found her rooms to their liking...