⚔️Serberia

- I'm here undercover, - Veserod lowered his voice. - For your own safety, I won't disclose the details. But rest assured, you will provide invaluable assistance to our beloved Illyrian province.

"There's some outright junk, some basic merchandise, some things that aren't a shame to wear in everyday life, and even a couple of really good items. Not bad. You could even say it's a little more than expected, but the viscountess is sitting there as if the whole world, from Queen Reginleiva to some Lisliar magnate's favorite mistress, is looking up to her clothes."
However, none of these thoughts were reflected on Alessia's face when she approached to greet the hostess.
-- Good day, your nobility. Allow me to take a little of your time, - Alessia gave a slight bow in greeting, moving only her neck and barely her shoulders - after all, she wasn't born among the commoners, and the interlocutor's title isn't so significant, and, convinced that the viscountess was ready for a dialogue, she explained the purpose of the visit - I had the pleasure of learning that you need a model to photograph new items from your company, and I intend to offer my candidacy.

The young man lowered his head and entered the establishment (leaving his weapon with Ilve if necessary).