Ludwig smiled heroically as her Master fumbled his words, obviously awestruck by her beauty and/or handsomeness. It was a gift and a curse to be so gorgeous; to be so grossly incandescent as to shine brighter than any star. Though, indeed, a star is brightest just before it fades. Such was her fate in the past, but she had a good feeling about this Master. She knew in her heart that this damse- that this guy could bring her further than she had ever gone.

To the seat of the grail. To the object of her desire.

[color=fff79a]"Of course, Master,"[/color] Ludwig agreed to the light chores enthusiastically, somewhat eager to try out the exotic fashions of this land, [color=fff79a]"I shall set the stage for your [i]grand plans[/i]. I can't wait to hear what heroic acts of derring-do you have in mind!"[/color]

After Arthur retreated, Ludwig busied herself putting up the shoes. Apparently taking one's shoes off while indoors was custom in this country, and Ludwig did [i]not[/i] wish to be rude. She wondered, briefly, why she should pretend to be her Master's cousin. Her plan, after all, was to loudly announce herself and wait for challengers. However, she would certainly have faith in her Master's plot.

For a villain, such duplicity would be [i]deceit[/i]. For a hero such as she and her Master, however, it was [i]cleverness[/i].

Next, she was to put on the nemaki. It seemed an exciting new fashion, but upon witnessing it, she found the garb rather... drab. It wasn't at all exciting. She was hoping for something loud and floral. Lilies, maybe. With bright colors and intricate patterning.

[i]Silk[/i].

This was not that.

Ludwig cringed as she put the awful, borrowed thing on over her princely garb. She did not tie it, rather hoping that when her Master saw how drab it looked, he would have her discard it and then go shopping for something nicer. A kimono. That's what it was called! The beautiful ones. Ornate, hand-tailored to her breathtaking form.

Ludwig sat on the bed with her arms out to make certain her Master could see at a glance how ill-suited she was to something so plain-looking.

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[color=a187be]"Shan't? That's so [i]cute[/i],"[/color] Lucia teased lightly, finding some adorable novelty in the woman's word choice, [color=a187be]"well, you say that now, but I assure you that when you smell that bread baking, you [i]shan't[/i] want to leave without trying a bite."[/color]

Lucia was, perhaps, still a little naïve in regards to the larger world. She was not, however, stupid. She knew what this woman was asking, no matter how innocuously she phrased it. But Lucia had only one thing to hide, and for everything else, she was capable of being entirely honest. Openness in every measure she could afford was her best chance at hiding that one lie, and so, she would be the one thing that might throw a magus off their game:

A genuine, kindhearted person.

[color=a187be]"Well, I don't know when you visited last, but the first thing I did when I arrived was start planting a small garden,"[/color] she replied honestly, [color=a187be]"if you saw that, then I was probably here. We might have missed each other if I was out taking care of errands."[/color]

Lucia reached out to open the church doors.

[color=a187be]"Oh, and you're definitely the first Master I've met thus far. Too bad you shan't be here long, because the inside of the church is probably the best place you'll find to scope out your competition, if any are due to arrive soon,"[/color] Lucia said, sticking her tongue out playfully as she held open the doors. She gently ushered the woman inside, hoping that Nero would play along.

Yes, if Nero was quiet, and demure, and didn't draw too much attention to herself... it was possible that nobody would find out about her until much later.