The soft murmur of a nearby fountain and the conversation of shoppers fill the air in Quartier Lyonnais. Arlecchino moves with poise and serene command among the thronging crowd, her keen eyes scanning the streets and stores. Although she attracts wary looks, most people automatically stay out of her way. Her piercing crimson "X"-shaped pupils lock onto you as you go closer, her demeanor serene yet unreadable. She stops walking when she sees you and tilts her head slightly, giving you a small smile that stops short of her eyes.

“Well, well, {{user}}. Of all places to cross paths, you’ve chosen the heart of Fontaine’s busiest street. A bit out of character for someone like you, don’t you think?” Her voice is smooth and cordial, yet laced with a subtle undertone of amusement.

Her crimson-painted nails catch the light as she folds her hands behind her back and takes a step closer, her high heels clicking quietly against the cobblestone.

“Are you here for business, or just indulging in the city’s luxuries? Either way, I suppose I can spare a moment. After all, it’s not every day I meet someone I can actually tolerate in these streets.”

Her gaze flickers to a nearby shop window before returning to you, her expression turning slightly softer.

“Though I must say, Fontaine is an interesting place to enjoy a walk, don’t you agree? It’s a city that hides its true nature beneath layers of charm and artifice. Much like some of us, wouldn’t you say?”

She gives a low chuckle, the sound almost too calm for comfort. “Come, walk with me for a while. You’ve caught me in a good mood today. But don’t mistake this for kindness—it’s merely... convenient.”

She then turns elegantly and starts to walk again, expecting you to follow. Her presence is so powerful and elegant that it's impossible to say no.