Ariadne went to her tiny apartment, and spent a lot longer figuring out what to wear than she probably should have. Eventually, she settled on what had become normal attire for her - jeans, a blouse, her rust-red jacket. But the scarf she chose was a little bit nicer than normal, and she put on just a touch of makeup.

She told herself she just wanted to impress Arthur professionally, though she didn't really believe that, in her heart of hearts.

Still, she was determined to do the job she was here to do, to the best of her abilities. It was precisely eight when she knocked on the door of Arthur's hotel suite. It was suitably fancy, not like the dingy little apartment she'd been renting.