[h3]Polina Laye[/h3][i]Farisian Maid[/i]

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As Polina continued to watch the scale demon’s behavior, she resolved that she would have to work on her politeness and etiquette. Perhaps even take a personal hand in it, if Polina had to. She quite enjoyed making sweets for everyone, even if not all appreciated them –A certain pink-haired drill instructor came to mind—but if Elizstrasia intended to enjoy her treats, she was going to have to learn to politely ask for them or respond with a thank you when offered. 

Treats would not be forthcoming otherwise. 

Now wouldn’t that be a way to civilize a demon?

Polina continued along with the group to the various destinations on the tour, pitching in with some descriptions of each place when it seemed relevant to her. Soon enough, though, they all found themselves outside the maison’s tailor, although they were intercepted by the head maid before entering. 

She shrugged at the exchange that followed, before adding, in that serious tone that she liked to use, [b]“All in all, it wasn’t so bad. There weren’t any deaths, injuries, or blood oaths sworn today, so I believe Eliz is ready for her maid uniform.”[/b]