<div style="text-align: center">(Sailor Moon's post)<br/>​</div>Estelle let the tourists hang around for a few minutes to check out the artifacts and paintings on the wall. She overheard many conversations, one in particular about someone's 'fat ass' taking up all of the mirror. It was said as more of a compliment than an insult, and it wasn't the worst thing she'd overheard during one of her tours. She surveyed the faces of her group, taking a moment to do a small head count to be sure that no one had wandered off. Her eyes landed on a much taller, much blonder woman who appeared to be studying one of the paintings.<br/><br/>The woman did seem overly interested in it, but there were plenty of people that were very serious about art. She could recall on several occasions being asked about the price of the ancient artwork, and kindly having to remind them that none of the artifacts were for sale. Yes, this woman's expression did remind her of those high brow art purveyors, but something else lingered beneath the surface. She almost seemed worried about something, and the tour group seemed ready to move on as they inched closer towards the narrow hallway leading into the next room.<br/><br/>Estelle hadn't noticed at first, but she had been<i>watching </i>this woman stare the whole time.<i>Ok. I'm officially a creep.</i>She blinked, glancing towards a random painting and sighing. A natural looking smile appeared on her lips, something she had to learn to do on the spot if she was to be a successful tour guide. Her arms folded behind her, resting along the small of her back as she looked up at the painting that the blonde woman was so fixated on.<br/><br/>"I see you too have been captivated by the Twin Lights." Estelle said, cocking her head to the side slightly to peek up at the strange woman. "It's a wonder anyone lived to tell the tale, let alone stand close enough to create this piece of art." She added, foot extending behind her leg casually. " 'Course if it was a sane person they'd be running for the hills."