"So this is Lupin's new scheme… a Love Hotel? Of course, the sex fiend couldn't pry his mind from a woman's body long enough to think about anything else. Hmph, we'll just see how many rules and violations he's breaking… THEN I'll cuff him and the rest is history!"

Zenigata laughed to himself, heading up the steps and into the 'Love Hotel', expecting it to be a place of ruin and one used for a make-shift hide out or the likes… but was surprised by what he was greeted with.

The place was beautifully furnished with white tile floors polished to perfection, beautiful wooden furniture in a lounge area, music being played from stereo systems and even the sweet scent of roses and drinks coming from the bar area.

Blinking in surprise, the inspector assumed he'd walked into the wrong establishment at first, but seeing a portrait of Lupin himself against the reception wall confirmed his suspicions and made him grit his teeth. Trudging up to the reception desk, he saw the little gold bell but before he could tap it he noticed a figure turned away from him napping on the swivel chair at the reception desk.

He cleared his throat and the figure woke up with a snort, turning around with a yawn only to let out a yelp of surprise upon seeing who was there.

"Tottsan!"

"Lupin!"

"Ara… w-what brings you here, Inspector?" Lupin asked, a nervous tone to his voice as he stared up into the inspector's glaring eyes. He could practically feel the seething contempt in the man's expression, gulping nervously. "What brings me here is the fact you're running an illegal prostitution business here Lupin, and who's to say the crimes and felonies end there? It's probably a cover for some other scheme you're planning!" Zenigata said confidently, jabbing a finger in Lupin's direction.

"Illegal? Oh Tottsan, this isn't an illegal business!"

"Don't lie to me Lupin, I know you may be sex crazed but-"

Zenigata paused, cut off by the piece of paper shoved in his face. Snatching it out of the thief's hand, he read it with scrutiny, trailing his eyes over the page and raising his brows when he was done.

"Lupin III's House Of Love? You… registered it as a business?!"

"Of course, as if I'd illegally be prostituting out here, Tottsan! How little faith you have in me. I'm hurt."

"Oh you will be hurt alright, Lupin. In prison!" Zenigata retorted, whipping out his cuffs in an instant and making Lupin snicker. "With what evidence? I've not broken any health code violations and the building is up to tip-top shape!" Lupin said matter-of-factly as he knocked against a support beam as if to prove a point to the policeman before him.

Gritting his teeth, Zenigata huffed "What evidence? Well obviously there's… uh… hmn…" he said, losing steam as he paused to mull over what exactly he could convict Lupin of. The place was indeed certifiably up to code, nobody seemed to be here against their will and Lupin hadn't done anything illegal at all… at least not to his knowledge.

He was stumped and felt a surge of frustration as Lupin's sneering laugh hit his ears "No evidence to prosecute me, Tottsan? Oh well, guess I'm not going to jail today! I'm a law abiding pimp, you see. Perhaps you're even looking to book our services, eh? Probably the first time in a long time that anybody's even thought about getting you in a state of undress, huh Tottsan?" Lupin teased, flicking the brim of Zenigata's hat and making the man take a swing at him, red faced.

"Ayy, easy there Inspector - you wouldn't want to be charged with police brutality, now would you?"

Zenigata froze and frowned, growling under his breath, blushing right to the tips of his ears from that comment. "You keep your mouth shut you scoundrel thief, I'll find a violation one way or another and you're going to jail the moment I do!" he vowed with a determined glare, Lupin simply laughing and gesturing flippantly for Zenigata to buzz off.

"Either you pick a flower or you get out," Lupin said, making the inspector raise a brow.

"Pick… a flower?"

Lupin gestured to the 'selection' menu, a list of whom was available for what deeds. "You see, we labeled our lovely prostitutes as 'flowers' and you can pick from any of them so long as they don't explicitly go against anything you want," he said, winking and seeing Zenigata pick up the selection menu and raise his brows in shock.

"Jigen Daisuke?! Ishikawa Goemon XIII?! Mine Fujiko?! You're prostituting your own gang?!" Zenigata asked in astonishment, mouth agape and cheeks burning red at the mere idea that Lupin the III would make his own gang whore themselves out for his own benefit… though part of him felt it was on brand for someone as perverse as Lupin.

Then he glanced further down at the menu and saw LUPIN's own name there written beside 'Iris', as if that was the flower designated to him, his entire face burning red with shock. He knew Lupin was perverted, but perverted enough to whore himself out for money?!

Lupin chuckled "They agreed to it, it's not like I'm forcing them to do it. Why? Are you interested in one of them, you perverted old man?" he asked with a sneer, Zenigata gripping the menu hard enough to almost tear it, slamming it back on the reception desk and turning away, hands in his mackintosh pockets in defeat.

Irritated, Zenigata trudged off and was determined to find some way that Lupin was breaking the law by having this Love Hotel open. Perhaps he'd drugged the guests' drinks in order to knock them out and take their wallets? Perhaps he was indeed using this as a cover for a bigger operation and was planning to strike any day now on something valuable.

The ways Lupin could possibly break the law were swimming in Zenigata's mind like koy in a pond, and as he walked he almost stepped straight into several people and ended up stood by the terrace doors, seeing the dance floor with several people enjoying their time here. The place didn't seem overly populated, mainly by men strangely enough, and it had a relaxed if not personal vibe to it.

It felt like a very perverted house party, and it was enough to make Zenigata hot under the collar, heading outdoors to cool off from it. It was then that he noticed a particular figure hunched over the railing with a cigarette in hand, taking drags from it with their jacket draped over a nearby chair rather than on them.

"J-Jigen!" Zenigata said, in an almost accusatory manner, jabbing a finger at the hunched over gunman as if he were committing a crime then and there by his mere presence.

Jigen raised his head to look over his shoulder, his hat off and with his jacket on the chair, a raised brow aimed at Zenigata. "Hmn, you're here. Come to check out the fine flowers for the picking, huh Inspector?" he smirked, tapping his cigarette and letting the ash fall to the wind and be carried off by it.

Zenigata's face warmed up again and he frowned "What?! N-no, of course not! I'm here to arrest Lupin for the illegal activity he's a part of here!" he said with a firm stamp of his foot. That only served to make Jigen laugh audibly, turning and resting against the railing facing Zenigata with crossed legs. "What illegal activity? We're all here legally, it's a registered business and nobody's breaking any laws, Inspector. I think you're just here to stop and smell the Irises," he said, cocking an eyebrow and laughing to himself.

"I-I am NOT here to mess around with Lupin, let alone any of you felons!"

"Tch, and yet you're here."

"To apprehend Lupin!"

Jigen shrugged and took another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out his nose and tapping the cigarette one more time before deciding to stroll over to the ash tray and snuff it out there, picking up his jacket and hat and giving a passing glance to the older man with a grin on his lips "Well, the flowers aren't going anywhere Inspector. Maybe go and smell some of them," he teased, turning to walk into the hotel proper.

Zenigata's face practically glowed red, and he clenched his fist at the implications of Jigen's words. "Are you soliciting me for sex, Jigen?!" he asked in an interrogating manner, causing the gunman to halt in his tracks and glance back, eyes visible just under the brim of his hat in an almost heated glance.

Jigen glanced up and down the older man's figure, smirking and turning to walk away "So what if I was? All that would stand in the way is payment and a free room, Inspector. Check in with Lupin at the front desk if you change your mind," he said, and he was off, heading inside and upstairs to the room he'd been assigned.

Letting out a hot breath, Zenigata looked to the chair Jigen's jacket and hat had once sat upon, taking their place and sitting on the chair himself as he took off his hat and fanned himself with it. The bitter scent of cigarette smoke still lingered in the air, and it only made Zenigata imagine that very scent upon Jigen's lips. His mind jolted out of that thought immediately, casting it aside like it was the most heinous thing he could have imagined… and yet… he couldn't help but come back to it the more he sat there.

He let out a rough exhale, trying to take his mind off the exchange he'd had with the gunman, trying to remind himself of why he was even there instead of relaxing in Japan. "I'm here… to catch Lupin. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm going to find out what he's hiding here and I'm going to slam him behind bars before he can even blink!" he said, slamming his fist on the table and almost upturning the ash tray.

The very same tray that held the cigarette Jigen had been smoking prior, catching his interest in a moment of curiosity. Perhaps even… desperation?

He reached for it and picked it up, looking at the half crumpled cigarette and looking to the filtered end, knowing Jigen's lips had made contact with it more than once. All in instant, he dropped it like it was lit and he'd burned himself, though it was more so the implications of why he wanted to hold it and perhaps even bring the filtered end to his lips so badly that frightened him.

"I… I'm not… I'm not."

He reminded himself of why he was there, perpetually telling himself to think of cute girls and not of Jigen Daisuke's fit, hairy and gorgeously masculine figure littered with battle scars here and there, not of the treasure trail leading down past his bespeckled-with-hair chest all the way down his toned stomach and down to his-

"NO!" Zenigata almost shouted, blushing bright red and being haunted by thoughts he never expected himself to be having. Not towards a felon. Not towards any associate of Lupin the III.

And yet here he was, stood out on the terrace while the music played indoors and the cool sweet wind brushed against his skin, heart pounding and pants much too tight.