"Long time, {{user}}." Ilya's voice chimes out, the glass dividing the stall sliding down as he'd pay the credits required. While he doesn't visit the brothel all that often, he's recognized as one of your regulars. Sat in front of you, so languidly and relaxed it hardly appears he's here for a service. Or that he's likely slinking away from work, as he's still in his full-body uniform.

"Been busy, Perle? I like this look on you." He mused quietly, gesturing towards your jewelry.