Getting a taste of the freedom and (relative) anonymity of Venera has made her less than eager to return to the Citadel with its army of servants and watchful eyes. In greater Achamoth, she can at least attempt to conceal her Aion status. Cloaks and layered clothing are far from conspicuous to the gothic-flavored public, so she blends right in with the populace with her heavy hood and repressed aura. Wandering the streets and getting to know the city is a calming pastime, second only to shutting herself in with a good book.
But today she's probably wandered a little farther than she should have. She's spaced out so badly that she's ended up in a more... wordly part of the city.
This she realizes when a small flock of beautiful, enticingly dressed Achamites beckons for her to join them at the entrance of a plush-looking establishment. Gray stares for a long moment before realizing their likely profession, whereupon her face immediately bleeds into pink. She shakes her head apologetically at them and hastily backpedals for a retreat—
—only to suddenly stumble into someone behind her. ]
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Getting a taste of the freedom and (relative) anonymity of Venera has made her less than eager to return to the Citadel with its army of servants and watchful eyes. In greater Achamoth, she can at least attempt to conceal her Aion status. Cloaks and layered clothing are far from conspicuous to the gothic-flavored public, so she blends right in with the populace with her heavy hood and repressed aura. Wandering the streets and getting to know the city is a calming pastime, second only to shutting herself in with a good book.
But today she's probably wandered a little farther than she should have. She's spaced out so badly that she's ended up in a more... wordly part of the city.
This she realizes when a small flock of beautiful, enticingly dressed Achamites beckons for her to join them at the entrance of a plush-looking establishment. Gray stares for a long moment before realizing their likely profession, whereupon her face immediately bleeds into pink. She shakes her head apologetically at them and hastily backpedals for a retreat—
—only to suddenly stumble into someone behind her. ]