Nyx looked out over the city.  She was glad that the perverse Arcanovia festival was over, meaning that playing up the role of the nude reveler was no longer necessary.  She even had more good news, if one could call it that.  When she had gotten the panicked call to go help with the tentacle monster situation, she had been able to leave the Gilded Lily hotel switch to cop mode without breaking her cover at the hotel.  Not too surprising as many people had evacuated to avoid the creature situation, so her vanishing didn’t raise any eyebrows. The crew doing the photoshoots wouldn’t know much, they were likely just renting space to get their shots done.  They would have finished with the convention, had things not gotten delayed by the monsters, but the hotel had let them stay longer.  And being part of the shoot got her past hotel security.

That meant that she didn’t have a good excuse NOT to use it so here she was, back at the Gilded Lily posing as a model.  The scene in question was a Tarzan-esque bit that had her wearing a loincloth, some jewelry, and nothing else while this hulking male wolf with dyed fur held her in various positions.  She found herself in a princess carry, or tossed over his shoulder, or leaning on him trying to look like alternatively like a fierce seductress or as a submissive captive.
She felt kind of dirty, even though her husband knew what one sometimes had to do for undercover work, it still felt just this side of cheating.  Luckily no one had tried to put her in THAT position as yet.  Her cover was as a model, not a porn actress so in theory no one SHOULD ask her to do anything that far, but should and would were two different things.  Hopefully once break time started, she would be able to sneak into an office and get on the subnet.
Mercifully the shoot ended soon enough, and she got her break while other models came out to do their scenes.  Nyx took the opportunity to slink off to find an office.  She slid out of the conference room being used for the shoot and strolled to the bathrooms.  She was still in her ‘outfit’ if one could call it that, given she had precious little time to change and wanted every second to search.

Near the bathrooms was a maintenance door marked ‘employees only’ and locked.  Getting through the lock wasn’t too difficult though, especially with the help of some of her implants.  Being an undercover officer had a LOT in common with being a thief so she had lockpick sets and micro vibration sensors in her fingers that could feel out a lock far better than a normal hand.  In short order the door popped open and the loincloth laden officer started creeping down.
Maintenance was below the lobby it seemed and was colder than the main hotel.  She gritted her teeth against the cool air and tried to ignore the effects it was having on certain more sensitive areas as it blew over her.  There was no way she could pass herself off as belonging as she was, luckily she seemed to be alone down here, the staff likely cleaning up after innumerable room parties that got sticky over the past while.

Eventually she found her way to a maintenance computer.   It seemed to be set up to monitor things like fire alarms, water pressure, and the like.  She didn’t much care about that info, but being on the subnet meant that she could with any luck hack her way into other systems of the hotel.  She sat herself down at the terminal and extended a cord from a slot in her upper arm and over to the port on the computer.  She ran some preloaded hacks and got through the computers surprisingly basic security and into the network map.  She now had access to the other systems on the subnet.  Security, payment processing, the works.

Should she start with security cams?  Recordings could be useful, but a lot of data to download.  Would be better to narrow it down first.   She hummed to herself as she flicked over to guest information.  Stuff she could potentially have gotten a warrant for, but given her certain ‘high-class’ places operated, they’d fight her on it, and even if a judge told them to hand over the info, it would be hard to tell if they altered it in some way.  This way she could be sure to get the unvarnished lists.  Even then though some would be anonymous anyway, cash up front or fake names.  Even non-criminals of the wealthy elite wanted to keep their privacy, especially when joining in with a sex festival.

One of her subroutines pinged her with an alert.  It had found info matching something she had catalogued before.  She turned her attention to it immediately and found an anonymous numbered account being used to rent a room.  A common way to hide ones Identity, and in this case the room being rented was the penthouse.  Whoever was hiding behind it was wealthy to be sure.

She flicked open her notes to look up what the number was attached to before and a smile cracked her face when her system showed her the match.  Whoever had rented the penthouse used the same account that had been used to send a continuous stream of sex toys to the disreputable gents by the warehouse that she had met the other day.  Those toys had spelled out the word ‘kidnapped’ if one looked at the first letter of each product send to them, and here the same account was renting the penthouse.

She didn’t know what that connection meant exactly yet, but she needed to get whatever she could as fast as she could.  She told her system to download whatever data it could find, then she switched back to the security cams.  There were no cameras in the guest rooms themselves, but she could see the hallway outside the penthouse.  She set her system to download as much as she could as she started watching some of the files.

There was an odd blank spot that corresponded to the beginning of the Arcanovia festival.  Footage had apparently either been deleted or not saved properly for that moment.  A second blank existed corresponding to the end of the festival.  Someone really didn’t want to been seen coming or going before and after things.  Best case scenario? Some Politian wanting privacy. Worst case? Something much more criminal being hidden.

Luckily however there was footage of the hall out side the penthouse between these two points and it seemed that whoever was in there had a near constant stream of people, mostly women, coming and going from the room.  Given their state of dress, Nyx assumed prostitutes, but would have to check their faces against facial recognition back at the station.  For now she just had to download what she could.  She blinked as she recognized one of the girls entering the penthouse.

It was Kate! The one missing person not recovered from the tentacles.  She had been here, apparent of her own free will from the looks of things, as she didn’t look scared and wasn’t escorted, just the scantily clad sergal girl entering the penthouse.  She scanned through the tapes faster and found Kate coming and going multiple times during the festival.  It seemed mostly normal, nothing suspicious other than rich guy ordering prostitutes up to his room.

That was until the last day.  There was no recording of Kate arriving here the day of the monster attack, though that was also the day that the recording abruptly didn’t exist.  Assuming the blanks were to cover the main occupant coming or going, then whoever was in this room had checked out roughly when the creatures had escaped, and when Kate had gone missing.