Everything is quiet and dark.
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New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
Everything is quiet and dark.
A woman? So what. True Dark Lunarians treat only members of their own gender as equals. Keliandra, however, isn't truly one in every possible sense... but never mind.
— Greetings. Do you have anything at an affordable price to protect myself from dark forces or, perhaps, cultists?
Then Beata chooses the most inconspicuous spot and tries to pry open a window on the second floor.
Success.
Aiyano sat back on the sofa, crossing her arms, and pondered this "offer" for a long time before finally saying:
- Alright, Mei-san, I'll agree to this, with one condition. These will be "neutral" photos - no costumes, no deliberately..."consumerist," let's call it that, poses or facial expressions. If you like, I can pose with an ofuda, - she pulls out a deck of talismans with one movement, fanning them out in her palm. - Strictly within these parameters and for your internal collection, as we discussed above. Under no other circumstances would I agree to this, but for you, and for the ideals of your founder, out of respect, I will make an exception, and I expect the same in return regarding my religious and personal beliefs. I'm not that interested in this """secret""" to compromise on them. I hope you understand.
Doesn't she know? Does she even have a tongue? Is she alive?
- Excuse me, but why don't you say anything at all? This could scare away customers.
Rinze... Rinze... Rinze... I need to ask Aiko about her. Yes, it's tough to be not very educated.
Beata slightly opens the window, trying not to make noise, pushes the curtain aside a little, and examines the room through the gap.
— Could you please show me your tongue? Just in case. After that, I'll leave immediately and won't bother you anymore. We have a rather tense situation in the capital, you know. I'd like to take precautions for my own safety. Unfortunately, the goods didn't interest me.
Something's not right here. I need to tell Ayko everything. The owner is nowhere to be seen, and this person isn't talking. The goods are quite ominous, although Kelian would gladly take the voodoo doll, but I don't have the money.
Miko enters the photo studio, not letting go of the ofuda in her hand, so that if necessary, she can throw them into the scoundrel's mouth.
