May 13, 2020
@hugos
Alessadra walked the halls of the Louvre as though she owned the whole place, her dress fluttering behind her with every stride. Whilst she walked from piece to piece to search for one that caught her attention, she spared her gaze to those around her, inspecting the movement of every initiate with careful calculation, as though saving each breath into her memory. There was no room for error. After some time, she found herself in the presence of the Art Historian, Hugo Teng, and to him she offered a carefully practiced smile. “Diomedes,” she called, the codename carefully enunciated on her tongue. “What do you find of all this art, then? Is there any worthy of being in your collection?”