*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.*