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Silver · (This post was last modified: 05-26-2020, 09:29 PM by Silver.)

With a cigarette in her mouth, the red head crossed the street and looked at her watch, walking at a slow pace like she had all the time of world, which wasn't the truth. She would arrive at the Du Lac, where a table was awaiting for her, and apparently someone too, according to her lookout in the Buttes-Chaumont park. Arriving at the entrance, the restaurant was designed in the classical sense, yet with modern notes here and there. The concierge opened the door and nodded, taking her name, an alias and showing her way to the table that was facing the massive window that gave sight to the beautiful park in front. It was lightly filled, but such was the usual with it as she recalled. Not many had the money to pay for the delicacies that they served and not many had the time to enjoy the sights. New Paris was still a nervous planet with the downfall of the Royal Throne and one could smell the lack of peace of mind in the people.

As the concierge pulled the chair, Kalliste Silver nodded with a fake smile and sat, pulling a small cigarette case and its lighter from her pocket onto the table and finally looking at the man in front of her. Her head titled to the side and her eyes narrowed as the concierge left the table. Twirling the lighter on the table and not waiting for the socially accepted protocols of greetings, she spoke.

"So. What do you want?"

[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

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