Lore was feeling awful.  Brutus hadn't even been able to cheer her up and that was not a good sign.  Another year was coming to the end at the stupid school and nothing made sense or made her happy.  She wanted to go home, instead she'd be stuck in this awful country and would just have to come back to the school next year.  It was miserable.  Brutus was getting bigger and keeping him under wraps was getting harder and harder, still, it was well worth it.  Up until recently, his smile had been keeping her going.  But now, she needed to escape.  There was no escape from a country though, no way to take a break from it all.  She had overheard chatter from some of the girls tthat the gardens were like an escape.  But they were always chattering.  It was like birds that wouldn't ever shut up.  Always with the noise.  Maybe it would come in handy this time though.  A place for an escape, though the girls had also said it was where you could go and talk with somebody and maybe talking to somebody freely was what she needed.  Confessing to the nuns wasn't an option after all.  It would be like a therapy session.

So she showed up at the gardens with expectations, they were not high but they were not low.  She just expected things.  She hadn't done anything special with her hair, her uniform was normal though wrinkled from a lack of proper care.  She took a seat at a little two person table.  Apparently she had to choose a host, maybe it was like a cafe or something.  She chose one at random and sat down.  She didn't really care who came to talk to her.  Pseudotherapists were all the same probably.  She looked up at the sky.  The clouds seemed to be rolling in, lovely.  It certainly matched her mood.  She glanced around, it looked like some girls were pairing up quickly.  They probably came here all the time.  She sighed.  This was a silly thing, the whole idea was dumb but she was desperate.  She needed a shot of adrenaline to her mood and if putting up with some soppy dating service thing was the way to do it, she would bear it and use the host like the microphone they were.

It would be her first day as an active Host, and she planned to make it a fun one. Her passion for the truth meant she would get to engage people regularly, which was a fun thought. This was simply the best way to do so. Her own client would reveal herself soon, since it seemed everyone else was paired off already. That just left the lone girl at the table. How could she make an entrance here? Well, first she observed. The girl at the table was obviously displeased. Her mood seemed to be from something unrelated, since it was lingering and not developed when she arrived(As Jill noted every face on the way in). This meant Jill had to play her cards carefully. She would have to assess the reason for the mood and play with that to get a rise from her.

She decided for a safe approach. Something that was casual and wouldn't leave any sort of forced impression on anyone. Her arrival came with a small amount of oolong tea and a selection of bite sized pastries. Something for whatever her tastes were at that moment - fruity or chocolate. Along with these, a smile and a gracious bow.

"Thank you for coming." she chirped, a tone of joy to her. "I hope I'm what you were looking for."

Lorelei's impatience was acting on her already so when the host arrived she was tapping her foot and drumming her fingers on the table. "Good enough." Lore replied as she looked over the girl. She was obviously not older than Lore, possibly a first year even. What a pointless sort of host. They ought to be older, well this one would have to do. Lore took the tea and sniffed at it, more tea, it was always tea here. She longed for the sugar drinks of home day after day. She set the cup down without tasting it.

"So what it is that you do here?" Lore asked, her japanese had come quite a long way since the previous year but it could still be a bit off at times. "Do you sit across and just listen?" Confirmation would be a good thing, after all, this whole club was like nothing she had ever seen or heard of before. It didn't make sense, not like a real club. At least with a speech and debate club there was a point to talking to other people and listening to them, plus everyone was in the club. This was just random people talking to other random people.

"Why tea and cookies, it is not cooking club. Food cannot talk in person's mouth."

Good enough, huh? Well, alright, she would have to bear that one for the time being and just see where this went.

The girl continued, at first listlessly analyzing the surroundings and then asking what the point of everything here was. A valid question, as someone from the outside may see this as just some voyeuristic haven for perverts and the lonely. While she couldn't deny that some people definitely used it for such things, her idea of the club's purpose came from its title.

"We are a host club. Our purpose is in the name, dear. A club of those who enjoy hosting parties and catering to others." she decided to leave it at that for now, as another question had come up that she could tie directly into the first. "Ah, we provide food and drink for our guests, as a proper host should. Think of it as a catering company for the more prim slices of life."

It made sense that way to Jill, and so that's the way she told the story. In a way, it was normal when one thought of it without the societal context - Just a group of people who loved to throw parties doing so as a club.

"Ah, but you're likely not here to inquire about our little group of friends. What brings you my way today?"

"Prim?" That was not a word she understood. The context seemed to imply a more snooty proud sort of person. The way a lot of girls were dressed and acting, she could easily believe it. Lore lifted up her tea and gazed into it again. "I am here to talk. I heard other girls in classes say that they talk to this club. A club with talking in it, and snacks here too. A weird club but I can use it." She set the tea down again and looked at the other girl.

"Who was my father? You don't know. You do not care. My father means nothing to you. My father means nothing here." Lore glared at the other girl. "Back home, everyone knew my father. Everyone knew me. Then I am taken here for no choices. You don't know me, nobody speaks spanish, and I am trapped in this country. This school is prison. Full of weird people who wander around in costumes and clubs that look like dating. It is..." she stopped, the word Lore needed was not one she knew. "like, a place for people with broken heads. With doctors in coats and jackets with tying sleeves. It is full of people with broken heads and I have nowhere to go so I have to sit and watch and look and suffer while they run around doing dumb things."

So, she did get a response after all. It wasn't quite what she expected, but it certainly wasn't too far off in terms of atmosphere. The girl had been in a bad mood before she even arrived, so Jill suspected something was bothering her emotionally. The exacts, of course, she had no way to know. And the more she went on, the more Jill just resigned to her prior choice to not comment on anything specifically. It was a good move on her part to not try and advise, since that wasn't her place, but she also wouldn't try to sympathize either. She couldn't really say much, but she could lend an ear, and that's exactly what she did.

When the girl finished her vent, Jill nodded and closed her eyes, taking in the delicious information like some kind of plant that photosynthesized on facts.

"I'm glad you told me all of this." she said with a smile. "I'd suspected many times that many students are not here by choice. Those students, perhaps, should meet together sometime." as if deciding on that as a fact, she crossed her arms and leaned back. "And I wouldn't mind lending a hand. I can't relate and I won't pretend to, but I have plenty of people come here to be entertained. if I get wind of others who are here against their will, I'll arrange for a small gathering of all of you to maybe find some kindred spirits."

She wasn't confident it was the best idea, but she knew her duty was to serve and entertain, and as the Imouto of the Host Club, she would do anything for her Onee-samas.

"That is, if that seems favorable to you."

Most of the phrasing took Lore a little bit to understand. They kind of made sense but she had to work out what they meant together. "A meeting together." she repeated. "Gathering. Are you saying a club?" She asked incredulously. The nerve of this girl to talk about some club with alcohol as if that would solve the problem. She had completely misunderstood which meaning of spirits the girl had used.

"You are mocking me." She said angrily, her fists clenching as the hot anger rose from her chest. "I came to this club to talk and you all can do is joke about more people to tell my story too." If looks could kill, the girl across from Lore would be very much catching fire.

"There is not a favorable to me at all." She spat out. Favorable was not a word she knew but it was obviously an offer of some kind and she didn't want anything to do with some group of people talking about her. "I am not some fancy story to interest the lowly gossip girls of schools. You do not know of me, nobody knows who I am. At home, they all knew me. Nobody made fun of me, nobody laughed at my speaking. They knew better than to do that to me." At home she'd had a reputation to rely on, even if it wasn't exactly her own. Even if it wasn't exactly respect, it was something and that something was worth a lot. She hadn't known how much until she'd ended up here without it. Nobody knew her father and Kari had said it was safe that way but it was harder for her. So much harder.