Good morning, Genessia. I am Ayame Sasaki. I'm just here to bring news of my tailor shop Atelier Iris, now open for business here in Genessia City. For those seeking bespoke formal and everyday wear, commissioning uniforms or costumes for special purposes and occasions, come on in to the shop or give me a call to set up an appointment. The first measuring is free. The shop is open Mondays through Fridays at 9 to 5:30, and Saturdays at 10 to 3, or by appointment. I look forward to doing business with you.

[ Ayame adds the address , contact number, and an image of the shop's facade before clicking her device off and breathing a huge sigh of relief. She had practiced for that moment for an entire week, and even had a little to drink just to give her some courage to announce her shop's opening in text form. She can't help but feel anxious and excited at this huge moment in her life. She finally owns a business that isn't a cover for her true job as an agent. She was in a swirl of different shades of excitement and anxiety. She still can't believe it all, and deep down she remains feeling hollow despite this huge step forward. Is this really what she wants? She can't even tell anymore, but she wanted to push forward with this decision.

The shop is situated on the ground floor of a townhouse complex, and inside is a old-style interior. She tried her best to make the place as tidy and welcoming as possible, but there's still a lot to work on. Anybody who comes in to the shop would see Ayame trying to fight her anxiety by tidying up the shop; moving things around in a hurry while wearing heels that clack against the hardwood floors. Wearing one of her own creations that perfectly hugged her curves, Ayame would greet her potential customers with a bow a sheepish smile, pushing her glass of whisky behind something ]

O-Oh hello! Welcome. What can I do for you?

[ Ayame has gotten through her first day as a business owner, and it all felt overwhelming to her that she felt the need to relax, and work on her commissions later. She wanted to see the ocean; the waves coupled by the feel and smell of the ocean breeze is one of the things in this world that can calm her mind. Where else to go than Fayren?

Sitting by the coast and now wearing something less professional than a skirt suit, is Ayame, with a whole bottle of wine in her hand and just letting the calming seas take over her weary senses. She takes a deep breath when a sound interrupted her meditative state. A whimper from a cat that limped toward her caused Ayame to furrow her brows. She notices the cat had an injured ankle, and her immediate gut reaction was to help it. Ayame lets the cat plop itself beside her, giving its dirtied fur a gentle caress as it whimpers some more. She glances at her own free hand before she lets it hover over the injured feline. Closing her eyes, Ayame created ripples of light around herself as the cat itself reverted back to its healthiest state ]

There... all fixed up.

[ Ayame smiles with a weary glint in her eyes. That took a lot more energy than she expected... But the cat is very appreciative of Ayame's effort, looking much healthier than it did a few seconds ago. That was enough to help Ayame ignore her tiredness. Sensing someone nearby, Ayame looks up to this person ]

Hm? Hello. Is this your cat?