Bakura had not been overly invested in the idea of dropping by, but he'd had to go out anyway to get some fresh food (note to self: being stuck in the Ring for a week was a good way to waste all the groceries) and the Hotel was the easiest way to get to the Water Sector from the dojo.

Plus Ravel was right: everybody liked free cake.

He skirted the dance area conscientiously, watched a few of them with interest; they weren't like anything he'd seen before, even with Ryou's memories. Although, some of the more spirited dances reminded him of the revelries often held at various rich estates up and down the Nile.

He spots Ravel sitting off to one side, and drew a seat nearby, one leg folding up beneath him in a lazy posture. "Run out of energy to play the gracious host already?"