"I believe a will refer to you as Rote. So now that you have been given a name, I suppose the next thing to do would be  making plans to show you around. I personally have a few store I believe you will enjoy.”<br/><br/>Rote crosses her arms under her bust silently. Raising an eyebrow she studies her new master, "Stores for what? What's is your plan?" Rote reaches up and brushes a braid out of her face.<br/><br/>“Our plans will include visiting a numerous amount of outlet malls. I’m sure you will enjoy a select few, some of which have become quite a Hot Topic.” He chuckled airily. “ In any event these places will carry similar garb to what you are wearing, just more… socially acceptable versions.”<br/><br/>Rote looks down at her corset and pulls at her red cloak, "What are you talking about? There is nothing wrong with what I'm wearing." She looks up at him as he starts to clean his tea set, studying him and his clothes. She sighs as she realizes the style has changed since she last walked the earth. Rote frowns as Ian took a hit from a small square machine and blew out a cloud of white smoke. She glares and blows it away from her face.<br/><br/>"Shall we then?" He asks.<br/><br/>Rote sighs and nods, "Yes of course."