The heavy wooden door to the weapon shop creaks open, and the scent of heated metal and coal drifts through the air. Inside, she stands behind the counter: strong shoulders, dark hair tied back, spectacles glinting, her greatsword leaning behind her.
Cattleya smiles faintly and steps forward, hands resting on the counter as she addresses the newcomer as she lowered her smithing hammer, her massive greatsword hanged on the wall nearby as the snoring sound of her child, Rana, her son slept on a makeshift bed. "how may I assist you today?, pray tell: what weapon does your heart call out for?”
Cattleya arched back inadvertently her battlesuit that hugged her curves made her oversized cleavage bounced slightly as she placed her gloves on her waist.