"Don't forget to watch yourself as well. Nobody's got any incentive not to ice you, unfortunately. Not to doubt your abilities, of course. Just stay on the safe side. If you need me to put that barrier up, please be sure you're not the one going down, buddy."
He has the boss's approval. Spartoi might be a little disappointed she wasn't going to have her chance to flex just yet, but she hid it well. "Our friend is right, that would be even better. Honestly, we just want to dive straight into the party," she added.
"Ha, well, ya'll make it hard to refuse! I'll take ya on up then. Follow meeee-!" she encouraged them, walking normally until she reached the stairs, where she collapsed for a moment, then began walking up by sliding one step at a time.
Spartoi gave Asymptote an unamused glare, before shrugging and following along, imitating the girl's goofy movement pattern. It seemed some part of his ally was still pretty impressionable.
To go up the stairs, they would need to briefly pass in front of the line of sight of the cloak that was presumably that of the other Guess sister. He would find, however, that the coat was unoccupied; someone had just hung it there on a coat rack so that it looked like a person standing. Either it was a very convenient coincidence or someone was having fun at their expense.
Asymptote would find that the upstairs was decorated with a sort of beachy theme, like the downstairs, though both felt a little weird in combination with the otherwise mysterious and all-practical design of the two navis. It wasn't kept as cleanly; the hall drawers looked like they hadn't been properly arranged in a while, with several articles sticking out of half-closed closets and dressers. It was a little strange, to see so many sets of dress-clothing in this, the GMO era.
The hallway was a bit dark and a little more compact than the downstairs had made it look. Asymptote wouldn't be able to move very freely, given his height and width. It was clear the upstairs wasn't built for entertaining guests.
The group passed by three doors, all of them closed shut with complete darkness showing on the other side from the crack at the bottom of the frame, before reaching the final doorway at the end of the hall. The small Neo-Shogun girl, I'd that is indeed who she was, grinned big, before opening the door slowly to reveal the inside...
It looked like the group was indeed in the middle of a slumber party. Two navis, nearly identical, were currently locking one another in a headlock, trying to wrestle the other one down onto a bed decorated with white bedsheets, with giant black "2" marks on them. They must be the Guess sisters, sans robes. Each had black hair and a similar body style- largely visible, since each wore only immodest, fluffy white bath towel and a frightening clay beauty mask. It was impossible to use the mole as any kind of tell, since the green clay coating their faces was applied so thoroughly. From their rough-housing, one might speculate they seemed much chummier than PantheonMan made them sound... or else, were pretending, for some reason.
The rest of the room was a typical lady's room, if skewed a little towards the master of disguise theme. There were more closets, more dressers, some mirrors, and various tools like you might see in a disguise kit placed on vanity drawers. Mannequins around the room wore various disguises... at least one of them was wearing a onesie decorated with 2s. Others were dressed like NP or Mafia figures... including large male figures, which seemed hard to imagine lithe girls like these disguising themselves as.
Spartoi's eyes widened as she noticed one of the mannequins was wearing the armored outfit she had been when Asymptote first met her. She tried to put the surprise back out of her face and not question why they had such equipment or when they might have used it.
Notably there were no Neo-Shogun costumes... perhaps that was to avoid having their new sugar daddies cast suspicion on them.
"These are the Guesses... don't ask me which is which cause I dont know. I could only take... a guess.... and then maybe a second one... SecondGuess...? Yeah..." Sake giggled drunkenly.
There were a lot of questions to be answered, but among the chief of them: the blond Neo-Shogun officer, Arch, was either not here or very well disguised as either Sake or a Guess sister. "Ooo, who are you? Let me guess: sleepover enthusiasts?" the upper navi of the headlock questioned, her painted-over face smiling in a way that seemed somehow taunting.
"Ooo, who are you? Let me guess: big fans of ours?" the second one questioned, wearing the exact same expression despite being locked in a headlock.
Spartoi's eyebrow twitched irritably. Her reasoning skills were probably capped at an upper limit of DesignMan's (possibly drunk DesignMan's, since he had been very inebriated when eaten). Right now, drawing any conclusion may be as good as a guess, unless Asymptote could think up a way to flush out the sister he wanted.