Where Eva had been led by the maids was a room that seemed meant only for hosting guests— at least that was what she gathered from where she stood. She hadn't realized how stiffly she lingered there, like a misplaced tree, until Mira, the maid, spoke up, "You may sit down. It's an honor to even enter this castle, let alone sit in that chair, so you should be grateful."
What... an odd choice of words. Eva let the passive-aggressive remark pass without reply, instead moving toward the chair adorned with floral prints. As soon as she lowered herself onto it, she heard Mira turn the lock of the door, the sharp click followed by a mutter not nearly as hushed as intended, "...here to seduce again, tsk, low whores."
Eva's green eyes blinked, and only then did she stir to respond.
"I'm here to sell ribbons," she said evenly.
Mira's eyes narrowed, as though startled Eva had spoken at all, before she scoffed and rolled her eyes, dismissing the reply as if it were a pitiful joke.
