"No, the locals don't seem to know anything about the old Watergate Hotel," Daphne pouted, making her way across the room.

Really, it wasn't much of a pout. Not when it came hand-in-hand with a lean over the desk that was fully intended to show off a bosom that wasn't really there to begin with.

And Daphne here wasn't being subtle about it at all.

"I had the most enlightening conversation with a Mountie, though."