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

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Polina didn’t care to make much small talk with the owner of the mansion, but she nonetheless dispensed some words of wisdom for helping with dealing with his son. As it was, most of her advice involved “discipline your son better,” although phrased in a more diplomatic way. It was clear, though, that neither of them were interested in talking with each other very much, so she gladly let Livia take over. 

Playing the part of her partner, she gave her a playful smile of her own with Livia’s kiss. It wasn’t even a false one; she wouldn’t have minded if the woman made it up to her… as long as it didn’t involve dungeon time, that was. 

She was surprised, though, to be intercepted by one of the local maids not long after on behalf of the lady of the house. She too thought that was strange; after all, in this guise, she wasn’t affiliated with the mansion. “You would be right,” Polina muttered back to Lucrecia under her breath. 

She approached it differently. “Apologies, but I’m only Lady Fiore’s plus one, so to speak. I’m not with the Maison in the manner you’re thinking of,” she informed. “I understand Lady Havershel is feeling ill this evening, but perhaps I can help arrange a meeting with Livia later instead?”