Hall of Mirrors(Closed to Meiko)
Her stomach growled in protest as the brunette slowly ambled along the sidewalk. A week in this city and she was already reduced to nearly a shell of her previous arrogance and regal bearing. How could one have fallen so far, so quickly? It must have been the food.
Conchita sighed once more as she was refused entry to another restaurant, the countess finally deciding to cut her losses and whatever remaining energy she still had and sit on a bench. It wasn't her fault that the measly allowance the city's scientists decided to give her wasn't even enough to cover one night's meal and now here she was, wandering the streets without a penny to her name.
Another growl and Conchita stood up again, perhaps it was time to swallow her pride and beg for food. That thought lasted all of a second when the brunette spied in the distance a girl with an odd uncanny similarity to herself.
Approaching the clone as quickly as her dress allowed her to, she finally stood just behind the woman. "Good afternoon dear madam," Conchita began using as much politeness as she possibly could muster. "Though it might seem like an unusual request but we wish to see your face and gauge for ourselves how similar you are to us."