sthenosus
With a colorful presentation of numerous light delicacies and elaborate beverages, the chic tea room stands out in comparison to the many other brasseries lined along the street.
On the opposite side of the avenue, there resides a number of couture shops filled to the brim with designer clothing only native to the residing country. Several young woman flock to the window displays, their features jubilant as they admire the à la mode designs before grasping at each others hands; it’s clear to see that while they are envious of such fashion-forward articles, they are content enough to simply look as oppose to touching.
While she thinks that the sights around what she had been told is named SIN CITY is that of a rather vivacious place, she has to admit that she misses the more tranquil residence of the clouds above or that of the demure atmosphere of a small apartment belonging to a certain special someone.
Of course, she knows much too well that to ask the woman she is waiting for to come to either place from such a meeting is a bit suspicious -- she is popular in the human world and though she does not know her entirely too well, the divine messenger would hate to cause trouble for her.
And so, the blonde sits patiently inside the cafe as she waits for the GORGON to arrive, a collection of letters from all sorts of deities situated in her messenger back and awaiting delivery to the billionaire.
