In one of the most upscale districts situated near the heart of the city, a fancy, but not overly opulent restaurant was welcoming the first few visitors of the day. While so owners made a point of following the archaic traditions and hired human servers, this particular establishnt was aid at at a mostly young audience.
For that reason, a lot of things were automated and could be easily accessed through personal communicators of the patrons. The chefs were still human, of course. They were also true masters of their craft. Every ingredient used by them was natural, as well, while so were even imported from other quadrants.
The interior design was similarly luxurious, with natural wood visible everywhere. Authentic paintings from centuries past hung on the walls, protected by thick sheets of transparent alloy. Everything was expensive, stylish, and scread of class.
Such a restaurant, of course, was only accessible to citizens of the highest ranks, who could afford to dine here. It was especially popular among young heirs of the city elite, and had a reputation for being a pri spot for arranged dates and romantic occasions.
Currently, a couple of such etings were taking place inside, with wealthy young n and won going through the awkward motions of attending a blind date arranged for them by their families.
Strangely, the most striking visitor of the fad restaurant sat alone, as if her date was running late.
The young woman seed to be in her mid-twenties, but possessed elegance and grace that spoke of strange maturity. She was exquisitely beautiful, with a supple figure and flawless skin. The beauty was wearing a stylish red dress and a black leather jacket. A few tasteful pieces of jewerly adorned her fingers and delicate neck.
Other female visitors of the restaurant couldn't help but feel exasperated by the fact that their dates seed to be unable to stop stealing glances at the beautiful woman. The n, anwhile, were all wondering what kind of a fool would keep such a belle waiting. If only they were in his place, they wouldn't be so tardy!
Finally, the doors opened, and a new visitor ca in. The young man looked around, scratched the back of his head, and then headed toward the table where the striking beauty sat alone.
Sitting down, he smiled sheepishly and said:
"Sorry for being late. I hope you did not have to wait too long."
The young woman smiled politely, revealing her pearly white teeth.
"No problem at all."
She studied the young man for a few monts, and then said with a bit of reproach in her pleasant, velvety voice:
"I hate to say it, but you don't look like the images I was shown at all."
He looked down, as if embarrassed.
"Oh… I had to wear sothing inconspicuous. Walking around as my usual self would be a bit too ostentatious. However, isn't it the sa for you? All that makeup to hide your complexion…"
The young woman frowned.
"It is a costic mory, I'll have you know. Regardless… I have already ordered sothing to eat. You can peruse the nu while we wait."
The young man hesitated, then looked around with an amused expression. Finally, he asked:
"How do I do that?"
She glanced at him with curiosity:
"You don't know? Have you never been to a proper restaurant before?"
? The young man smiled and shook his head, then said wistfully:
"To tell you the truth, this is my first ti visiting a restaurant. I was raised in the Dream Realm, after all. I only returned to the waking world when I was around thirteen. Many things here seem very strange to …"
With that, Mordret thumbled with his communicator for a bit and finally managed to open the nu. The body he was wearing used a biotric lock, at least… otherwise, he wouldn't have known how to access the communicator at all. He looked at all the options projected in front of him and asked:
"What do you recomnd?"
The beauty smiled.
"I doubt that we have similar tastes."
At that mont, the dish she had ordered finally arrived. It was a steak, prepared so rare that it barely looked cooked at all. The young woman elegantly sliced a small piece and brought it to her sensual lips, which were as red as blood.
Mordret observed her with a pleasant expression.
"Ah, yes. I've heard that you and your sisters follow a very special diet, Lady Song."
The young woman licked her lips and looked at him with a neutral expression.
"Just call Seishan. There's no need to be formal."
He smiled.
"So, Seishan… why did she send you, of all people? Are you so expendable that the Queen does not mind sacrificing you to , should the date go badly?"
Song Sei Shan calmly ate another piece of the steak, then wiped her lips with a napkin.
"Why would our date go badly? We have a common goal, after all. Our clan is your best chance to achieve it."
Mordret thought for a bit, then nodded and sighed.
"True. However, with that Antarctica thing going on, I would have thought that she would be reluctant to move forward. After all, it's not the best ti to do anything drastic."
Seishan studied the Prince of War for a few monts, and then smiled.
"Oh, on the contrary. We think that the event in Antarctica sets the best stage to do sothing drastic."
He hesitated for a while, then shrugged.
"Well, fair enough. So, what now? Do I have to kneel and recite a vow? Kiss your ring? Or do sothing else?"
The beauty shook her head.
"Usually, you would have had to sign a contract with a drop of your blood. However, considering your propensity to change... attires… that would hardly do anything, wouldn't it?"
She smiled.
"So, there's no need. Welco to the Clan Song, Prince Mordret. I look forward to all the great things we will accomplish together."
Mordret reciprocated her smile, then chose a couple of options in the nu and pressed them.
Then, he sighed and said with a bit of amusent:
"Ah… it feels strange to be adopted…"
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