( Leave it to Maiya to pick the only other black-clad woman in the room. In contrast, however, there is a certain simplistic elegance to her own wardrobe. The sleek tailored suit and gold cufflinks, the red cravat adorned with a silver cross at her neck, her hair falling past her knees (as ever.)
She studies her, noting the blood on her uniform. She must have just arrived, she muses, recalling her own arrival in this place. She had been practically caked in it. )
Very well, madame, follow me.
( And, like that, she deftly sweeps Maiya's hand into her own. )
action; why is she like this???
She studies her, noting the blood on her uniform. She must have just arrived, she muses, recalling her own arrival in this place. She had been practically caked in it. )
Very well, madame, follow me.
( And, like that, she deftly sweeps Maiya's hand into her own. )
I'm sure I can help you find something suitable.