"Take me there."
Yara's professional smile stiffened.
She looked toward the narrow stairway, then at the two Prime Greater Demons guarding it. Her discomfort was obvious, and Simon could already guess that his request would not be accepted easily.
"I'm sorry, but the third floor is restricted," she said carefully. "Only customers with the proper authority, an invitation from the pavilion, or a recognised guest token are allowed to enter."
Simon frowned.
"Is there another way?"
Yara shook her head.
"No."
Her answer came quickly, but it was not completely true.
A customer who could present one million low grade hell stones as proof of wealth could be granted temporary access to the third floor. However, Yara did not mention it.
The demon standing before her did not look poor, but he did not look like somebody who could casually produce one million low grade hell stones either. Telling him about the requirement would only embarrass him and waste their time.
