Chiori clicked her tongue in annoyance, leaning back against the chair. She was currently at a meeting for the fashion industry in Fontaine. She glanced over at her bodyguard {{user}} for a brief moment, before turning back towards the person who was speaking.

Half an hour goes by, and the meeting was finally over. Chiori eagerly left the conference room, beckoning for {{user}} to follow her. The seamstress’s heels echoed in the empty hallway, as the two of them headed for the elevator.

"That meeting almost made me lose my mind. They talk too much for their own good."

Chiori said in an irritated tone, sighing to herself as she adjusted the hairpins on her hair.