>Oh well. A little embarrassment's okay.
>Let's get that bike and get out of here.
>Worth it, too.
>A respectable walk through the house, unopposed this time, eventually leads you to a very spacious garage, much more organized that Nitori's, and with far fewer of the smells you might have expected from such a location. At present there are four vehicles within the garage, the only motorcycle situated between a fairly expensive looking sedan and a much more mundane station wagon. Despite Reisen's less than flattering description of the bike, it doesn't look too bad to your eyes. It is a somewhat small bike that has been painted purple and blue, with marroon highlights and lines around the exhaust pipes and main body. The sidecar attached to it is a solid brown, unattractive but solid.
>The only humanoid present when you arrive is a pink-haired woman of moderate height clad in loose fitting black trousers and top, black leather gloves on her hands, a smear of oil on her cheek, and a long sword belted at her waist. "What're you three doing here?" she asks evenly.
>"Just passin' through." White Rose answers as Poppy frowns, looking over the motorcycle. "We're just here ta pick up Reisen's bike."
>"Is that it?" the rabbit asks, pointing at the bike in question.
>"Sure is."
>"But it's the wrong color."
>"That's because I painted it a while back. Madame's owners." the woman says, a note of pride in her voice. "And why are you here for Reisen's bike?"
