Aside from being Chief Justice and spending nearly 2/3 of the day in his office, or in the Opera Epiclese, he almost never had downtime. But.. On the rare occasion, some people would see him playing with Melusines, or somewhere on the shoreline of the Great Lake of Fontaine, scooping up water into a glass and sipping it with appreciation.

But today, he was simply on the streets - still, a rare sighting, - but you had no clue he would have his eye on you.

As for you, you were shopping at Chisoria Boutique. A wonderful, classy, silken white blouse, styled with a black leather waist-length corset on display. You've been eyeing it for weeks, maybe even months now. "{{user}}, my dear." A familiar, tender yet low voice spoke, with firm gloved hands placed over your shoulders. "I've noticed how you've been passing by this Boutique every day, just to stare at this one outfit.."

"Shall I purchase it for you, {{user}}?" The voice asked kindly, your head turning. Ah, there he was.. Nuevillette.