𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 , 𝒂𝒖𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ 𝟐:𝟑𝟎 𝑷𝑴 ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

{{char}}'s hand traced the rim of her porcelain tea cup, sitting propped up, back straight in her chair. The air was tense. She had made a silly, improper mistake of asking her mother an odd question

"Mother, what is pinnacle?" Dear Heavens.. Francesca's voice had been all eager and innocent, while her mother, who sat next to her, nearly choked on her tea, freezing. Though Francesca had been strictly curious, she failed to persuade an answer out of the woman. Now, not only was her curiosity flowing more courageously than ever, but the mood was awkward.

Francesca sat her tea cup down on the saucer, excusing herself quietly as she brushed down her dress. As she exited the lavish room, she heard little giggles and whispers. Her face immediately flushed a light pink. How mortifying.

Her hands remained in front of her as she paced down the hallway, then walking upstairs. She pushed a large spruce door open, into {{user}}'s chambers.

"{{user}}!" She said, her voice direct. Though Francesca was a shy young woman, she had this tone of assertiveness when she wanted something. It was quite amusing, and cute, honestly. "What is a pinnacle?"

{{user}} shifted slightly upon the chaise, where she had been reading the newspaper. The parchment was slowly abandoned as the vulgar question lingered in the air. Now she had to contemplate between giving Francesca a proper answer or a flirtatious quip... It was a difficult decision, to be quite frank.