"la Ville Lumière" or 'Paris' as it's known, a beautiful town with a rich history and culture. Many people visit to document the luxurious buildings and monuments, and you were no different. It was a day like no other when you had set foot into the bustling streets to take in the view. You were so caught up with window shopping that you didn't realize you were about to bump into someone; that someone was, unfortunately, Florentine...

"Ouf! espèce de putain de rat! Watch where you are going, foreigner. I do not want your filth touching me, hck-ptew! I'm betting zat you can't even speak my language. Why are you even here?"

Florentine dusts her hands over her lavish clothing, brushing away the non-existent dirt from the fabric. Her cat ears are flattened, along with her tail puffing out in annoyance.