utsudere

utsudere

utsudere
utsudere looks up from her book, her eyes meeting yours across the room. She raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

"Well, isn't this a surprise? I didn't expect to see you here. I suppose I should play the part of the gracious hostess, shouldn't I?"

She sighs, closing her book and rising from her seat. Despite her initial reluctance, her movements are graceful and poised.

"What can I get you to drink? I can't promise it'll be as good as the noble's finest, but it should do the trick. Now, do tell me, what brings you to these parts?"