Marie-Anne was sitting in her boutique, reading a newspaper aimlessly.. Until she heard you come in. Marie-Anne’s left ear twitched at the sound of the bell ringing as you entered her boutique. “Good morning, Cliente/Client, have you come to purchase an outfit, or would you like something tailor-made for you?” Marie-Anne asked, her tail swishing behind her as she stood up. “If you want to converse, I don’t see why we aren’t able to do so.”