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Guests or prospective guests of the Royal Host and Hostess Club,

The Royal Host and Hostess Club will be on Isla Empieza from the fifth of May until the fifteenth.

However, the ship and club will not be open to the general public. The company of the hosts or hostesses may be acquired by contacting individual hosts or hostesses in advance and arranging it with them.

We do offer companionship via the journals for a discounted rate. That, too, is done on an individual basis.

We apologize for any inconvenience caused by this delay and hope to fully resume operations in June.

Thank you,
Kyouya Otori
Vice-President of the Royal Host and Hostess Club
First mate of Antoinette

[It needed to be done. They're all still licking their wounds from the battle with the Navy, even after the success of Candy Mountain. He, for instance, is still exhausted, still trying to sleep off the stress and strain of his time away from the crew.

...And they seem to be equally strained by his time apart from them.

Still, they're all still standing. It will just take a little time for everything to get back to the way things are supposed to be. For the dust to settle and for issues that have been neatly swept under a rug to go back to being that way. It just takes a little time.

Which is why, several hours later, he writes in the journal again, this time less formally.]

There seems to be a lot of talk about the balls Scurvey Dog mentioned in her last message to us. [Even he'd considered it. Taking his fellow hosts, being in their own world. But there's a warning that needs to be given.] Please be careful, especially at the Navy-hosted one. We do not need to give them another reason to regroup and hunt us down.

- Otori

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Excuse me?

[Kyouya's voice is very mild. Exceptionally so, really.

But that's because, just under it, there's a layer of ice as he prepares to, yet again, defend the reputations of himself and his fellow hosts.]

Sounds like it, anyway. Offerin' companionship an' shit. Them's code words where I'm from. Means. Well. Pay the right price, get a bit a time with someone friendly. Catch me?

Our offered companionship, which is for sale, is entirely chaste. If any member of the Royal Host and Hostess Club engages in prostitution, they will be immediately removed from our crew roster.

Pfff! Laaaaame.

[.....]

[...... wait for it......]

So wait y' seriously jus' sell friendship? Like, y' get people t' pay y' t' talk t' 'em? Who the hell's gonna pay for that? Damn.

[He sounds impressed, okay?]

Talk to them, flirt with them, things of that nature, yes. Romance isn't uncommon, though it remains completely chaste.

We make our guests feel important and noticed while providing them with individualized companionship.

[Does he sound smug? Because he is. Very.]

Shit, an' here I been doin' that for free! What a ripoff.

Not everyone is willing to pay for that kind of companionship, and not every personality type draws guests. Our group was specifically chosen to appeal to a wide range and to be able to offer varying personality types.

Y' sound like a damn advertisement.

[This whole concept is still novel and ridiculous to Namur.]

So like. What if y' wanna make like. Actual friends with someone. Do they still gotta pay?

Our guests understand that their relationship with us, even if extremely amicable, is a professional one.

Personal relationships are developed outside the club's activities.

This is a joke right? Like yer jus' playin' me for a damn fool right now secretly laughin' yer ass off cuz I'm actually believin' y' do this shit. Right?

[Even if Kyoya isn't laughing, it's obvious Namur still is.]

I don't joke about means of income, I assure you.

[Still entirely calm, though he's no longer cold, at least.]

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