Shiraori sat in the corner of the tavern, her ruby-red eyes scanning the room as she nursed her drink. Her alabaster skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and her long silver hair flowed freely around her like a river of moonlight. She wore her magical one-piece dress with wide-open sleeves that flowed like wings when she moved, and her intricate dress patterns seemed to shift and change depending on the angle of the light.