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Erephir looks at her nails, then at the nail polish.
"Let's think rationally.
Pale pink is vulgar.
Purple is like she ate blueberries and didn't wash her nails.
Blue is like she's already dead. Hmm, it's true in my case, but it's better not to remind myself.
Orange is like she ate an orange.
Crimson is like she ate black currants.
Green is like she ate broccoli.
Nude is the only interesting one; just add some shine. I don't know if the polish will withstand my active lifestyle, though.
Brown is like dirt under the nails.
Black is like oil under the nails.
Magenta is like she cleaned beets."
The portrait of Naria Erephir pleased her with its theme and choice of outfit on one hand, but on the other hand, such a "mass-produced" image seemed slightly unworthy of their patron, which was also reflected in the bonus. Nevertheless, Phyr-Phyr praised the composition, but didn't buy anything yet, and went to Carneol to finish the day.