Find Keiko's dressing room door and give it a knock respectfully

You found the priestess' dressing area down the hall to be annoyingly labyrinthine, with doors listing all kinds of obscure god names and priestess titles. They looked a little like the starred doors of Hollywood bigshots. You were kind of looking forward to finding your own, at least. Seeing your name next to Keiko's might inspire some feelings of trust between the two of you.

When you got to the door... things got a little depressing. There was no star at all on this door. No name was up. You only knew this was Keiko's door because you could hear the sound of her doing sword practice on the other side. You weren't sure whether to blame this oversight on Monopoly's derision of you, your tardiness, or perhaps just the fact that nobody knew your name to begin with.

With respect for your priestess, you approached the door, extending one blue set of knuckles, then rapped on the door and announced yourself.

"Katappashikara-dono..." her voice murmured from the other side. You could hear her sheath some kind of blade... She must have moved on from using a practice sword to something more powerful. As someone with a dog in this fight, you couldn't help but approve. But you did wish she'd call you -sama instead of -dono... You were a god, after all. "Let us speak through the door. I'm not dressed."

What?! You thought you were the tardy one, but your priestess isn't even in her raiment yet! You insisted that she get that way while the two of you talked.

"I don't want to wear your name all over my body..." she complained, sounding ticked. But... that was basically the whole gig. If she didn't do that, the two of you were sunk. "These garments are ridiculous... Almost as ridiculous as the Kami Kurabe itself..."

You reminded her to be a little careful with sacrilege against the Kami Kurabe in these kinds of situations...Monopoly hears everything, supposedly.

"Hmph. You focus on piety and godliness and I'll focus on what I came here to do: ending priestesses," she spoke with a sort of world-weariness that made her sound far older than 20. She sounded like someone who'd been reading too many anti-god message boards... Regardless, there was only a little bit of time for her to get ready. You reminded her of that. Thankfully, it sounded like she was getting dressed now. At least she'd managed to get in some sword practice before you arrived...

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