"Thank you sir, and good day to you as well, Miss,"<br/><br/>Paying no attention to the golem she simple ignored him with her witted nose rising up high in the air. How did that scum even think about addressing -her- in a sentence? Back in France he would have been arrested for insulting the upper class.. Yes back in France, the scum wasn't even allowed to talk to her.<br/><br/><b>"Now, if I may be so bold as to ask, what is a woman of your stature and class doing in the lower city. I am happy that you've graced my shop, but you could find far better in the upper city surely....</b><br/><br/>However she looked with a bright smile towards the friendly merchant, whom had put the effort into streaking his hair flat and looking more presentable towards her. Just how she liked it, however her ever-lasting intelligent cold eyes did not smile with the exposed white teeth revealed by her supple red lips. She brushed a strand of her golden curls behind one of her ears, showing she had several piercings with diamond bars and emerald inlayed silver knobs. She looked, smelled and acted like a snobbish upper-class lady, but what lady had piercings in her ears, and would be found in the slobbish alleys of the lower city? She was definitely a mystery to the trained eye, but held up her show with as much grace and believability as she could. A show that requested from her to act like a little brat, a child from rich parents with little to no intelligence about her surroundings.<br/><br/>Her stark blue eyes twinkled with joy and deviousness as she answered the man's qeustion.<span style="color: Indigo">"Mon ami! Tu be telling moi, t'at I'm in da Lower city? Excusez moi, t'at is certainly not my intentione... I t'ink I mig't 'af been lost on my way to t'e 'otel, Monsieur... Tu see, I just came 'ere from t'e boat of France!"</span>She explained, trying to use her womanly charms and long eyelashes to make sure the man believed her story about her own hopelessness and lack of indecency. She loved putting up a show in front of men, they were so easily to be convinced about her own lack of worldly experience, and were pretty much always prepared to help a golden angel in need. Nonetheless, her real plans in the lower city were finding gullible merchants to sell their great inventions to her, so she could merchandise them back in france with little to no profit to the inventor himself. She found great pleasure in conning men everyday, her grudge and hatred towards the gender that always tried to suppress her being. Yes, yes.. great pleasure indeed, and if she was correct about the many stalled out little creations... They weren't supposed to be called that, the little springs and comments of the creator told her that the mechanic things were rather to be called creatures, then creations.<br/><br/>And creatures indeed, would sell for great amounts in the city of love and rich bored nobles.. What would show off your wealth more then a golden guard dog? A silver plated eagle piercing the sky, or a diamond kitten in your designer bag...<br/><br/><span style="color: Indigo">"Tell me, monsieur.. Are these, creations of Tu, can they.. be truly actif?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>