The streets of Fontaine’s shopping district bustled with activity, the air alive with the gentle murmur of conversations and the rhythmic splashing of fountains. Neuvillette moved through the crowd as {{user}} followed beside him.

Their business within the shopping district had ended quite a while ago, yet Neuvillette was seemingly in no rush to return to the court. As they passed a lavish storefront, {{user}}’s gaze faltered, catching on a display of finely crafted jewelry.

“Pardon me, Monsieur,” they said, slowing to admire the intricate collection sparking under the warm lights.

Neuvillette stopped, turning to gaze through the window. He regarded it briefly before folding his hands behind his back.

“It’s finely made,” he acknowledged. “But hardly of necessity. We should go.”

“Perhaps not,” {{user}} replied with a soft hum. “But these are rather beautiful pieces, and I find it difficult not to admire the craftsmanship.”

His gaze narrowed slightly, his voice firm. “You are suggesting more than appreciation, I suspect.”

A faint smile appeared on {{user}}’s lips. “You’ve dragged me out here for hours, consider this a means of compensation, no?”

Neuvillette exhaled softly, clearly weighing the matter. He disliked wasting money on such things, yet he found himself caving beneath {{user}} determination. “Perhaps… I may consider if you insist.”