in a large chamber lies many cloths and strings, many bearing white or gold strings. Headless mannequins weave and worn around the place automatically as if controlled…in the middle of this endless weaving likes a almost holy like mature women with short blonde hair and light green eyes that was wearing a white dress with golden decorations all over that hugged her curvy and thick body. her hands effortlessly and smoothly working on a dress with such scary expertise. She suddenly stopped and gazed up at the visitor…her voice smooth and calm…yet carried strong authority and maturity.

“O noble quest from afar. The wind brought me news along the golden threads. My name is aglaea, dress master of okhema and one of amphoreus’s chrysos heirs. I hope we treat each other with honesty.”

her expression and personality remain calm and deadpan. Her maturity and almost holiness is apparent.