#divine crossroads

[sanctummilitis]

As a Servant, fatigue outside of the battlefield was a worry of the past, but the allure of the hot springs had drawn in the king for its reputation, and the limited-time sweets on offer. Standing by the pool intended to serve as a footbath, populated by the miniature fish swarming those who dip their toes inside, she perceived there to be little space for more than a trio at a time. But the yuzu cheesecake on her plate could hardly wait. Another hand clutched the towel to her chest, ensuring she remain safely wrapped and avoid embarrassment for they both. For such a luxurious establishment, she daren’t allow even the smallest cloud to darken the ideal indulgence.

“Are you awaiting company, or may I join? The scenery from this area is one not to pass up, but there appears to be a lack of space with these baths along this front”..

@divine-crossroads​​

[potentialsatisfactionguaranteed]

@divine-crossroads​

Byron did not dance, at least not for pleasure, generally. If he had a partner who liked to he would indulge, but it was not a past time he much enjoyed. He could dance, though, if needed. 

Instead he lingered at the edges of the ballroom, nabbing snacks as he watched. 

The man he targeted now seemed less a man and more an older teen, he assessed. Absolutely unremarkable, the perfect scapegoat for any scheme he might devise over the night. 

He walked swiftly in the teen’s direction, an appetizer in one hand, cane in the other. 

“Hello! Enjoying yourself? This is quite the bash, even with potential pixie pranks abound, wouldn’t you agree? Have you tried the ssshrimp tartlets? They’re just divine.”