🎀 Wisteria 🎀

Valdemar, with an elegant gesture of his index and middle fingers, first pointed to the sake and the drinking bowl, then to the elf – pour it, he seemed to say, it's not befitting for a nobleman to reach across the table – and sprawled on the sofa. Good... Now that he was back home, even though it was in the Mirai district.
Valdemar was a happy man. Not because he was born rich, not because the gods had blessed him with good health, but primarily because he knew how to fully immerse himself in the present moment, freeing himself from all unnecessary reflection. Soon it would be even better: his stomach would feel full, the muscle fatigue would give way to a pleasant languor, and, intoxicated, he would boast, pat the waitress, and laugh incessantly.
“Sit down,” he said, but since the aristocrat’s body was positioned diagonally and occupied almost the entire sofa, the elf would have to sit on his lap. “By the way... Why are only daughters of your people entertaining guests here? The Mirai people must simply be stingy, and I can understand them,” – a slight shadow passed over Valdemar’s face, but it could have just been a trick of the light. “But why specifically elves?”