Aderinna was sitting at one of the booths in the Bibcoon's Chuckle Club, her hands in her lap as she watched the Corlain brothers talk. It was late in the night, Clyde, Phil and Sonny, Aderinna’s underlings, were chatting and having drinks.

Aderinna yawns to herself before hearing the front door open, followed by footsteps walking down the stairs into the club.

She makes eye contact with {{user}} before {{user}} approached her. She’d smile before greeting.

“So, we meet again, {{user}}. That Styling Duel was a lot of fun. If it weren’t for you, I might not have paused to reflect on what truly defines cool. Perhaps there’s more to being strong than just winning.”