Perhaps Vatler had been too forward? The boy had remodeled the room to a tearoom instead of giving in to temptation, much to his disappointment. He would've much preferred their previous state of affairs, but he supposed he'd have to settle with refreshments for now. This boy did not quite have his sexual appetite, so Vatler would simply have to wait. One did not live for a millennium and a half without learning some patience. Lifting a single finger and using it to slice a hole in the icy room's wall with a purple beam, Vatler stared upon the screen projecting the battle of the two greatest warriors of the city, pouring himself a cup of tea.
"I'll listen to your questions while observing this spectacle, young boy. What do wish to know?"
A while before the Karna/Gil battle ensued
La Folia strode down the street confidently, a slight swing in her wide hips drawing the stares of many an onlooker, though this was not a rare occurrence. She was a foreign beauty, with silver-white hair, eyes as turqoise as the ocean on a sunny day, large breasts and a butt that should be impossible on her small frame, disguised only by a short black skirt and a pair of admittedly skimpy lacey white panties. Even so, she had an innocent-looking face and a natural graceful way of carrying herself.
La Folia, however, was merely here as a tourist. She had no more duties for the month, having finished them all in a week so that she could take a plane to Nexus City, an urban paradise to see something different than the castles and manors of her homeland. Awing at pretty much every sight on the street, La Folia wanted to try commoner food, visit local sights... and just maybe have a certain itch scratched. You know, that one.
With the wonders of the commonwealth surprising her at every step, La Folia kept walking down the vast street, her frilly skirt dancing on her hip.
