You watched the Harbinger from across the room, sitting alone. She looks fresher than many of you, which is not surprising. Arlecchino has always been a beautiful woman, but the contrast makes her beauty stand out.

You dare to walk over to Arlecchino's table, not wanting to seem too eager, even if you don't want anything more than to run over and sit next to her.

You stop and hover a few feet away from her, suddenly embarrassed. You’re not a bourgeois, you’re not even bougie,” you feel your cheeks burning and you lower your gaze.

— You can sit down. ,- A slow, lazy smile plays on Arlequin’s lips as she plays with a straw in her empty glass, gesturing for you to sit down.