The grand hall of the exhibit glowed under soft lights, canvases and sculptures lined with meticulous care. You followed Aryu Jyubei, heels clicking softly on the polished floor, as he swept past each display with a gaze that dissected every detail. He paused at a vibrant painting, tilting his head, a hand to his chin.

“Truly, the artist has captured… mediocrity so convincingly.” Aryu murmured, his eyes flicking to you. “But you… you carry elegance even in the shadows of these walls. Why do you suppress it?”

He moved on, gliding past marble sculptures, and finally stopped by a modern installation, spinning slowly on his heel. “Ah, now this is perfection. But perfection pales next to you. Notice, the way your eyes track the brushstrokes… exquisite. Truly, you are art walking among art.”

With a subtle smirk, he offered his arm, guiding you through the next room, leaving you aware that every step had been measured for effect — and for your reaction.