Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190617205759

The burgundy haired maid bows, "Very well then... I shall prepare... a plate for you... just in case. The master is... waiting for you... on the Northwest terrace. Please... follow me..." The voluptuous Inari leads Freya up the stairs and down one of the halls, her hips swaying hypnotically as they pass by countless works of art, from statues to paintings to decorative vases. All of which are probably stolen.

After some time walking, the maid leads her to a ballroom with a wall covered in archway windows and glass doors, separating them from the terrace. Out there, The Silver Mask waits for his guest, dressed in a white Renaissance style shirt and black trousers. He looks on past the railing he rests on, his mask laying on the table set for two behind him. The fox-woman opens one of the doors leading out and announces the Dark Elf's arrival. "Miss Freya is... here to see you, master."

"Thank you, Shiruku. That will be all."

The maid bows and leaves the two to get their meals. The man turns to face Freya and smiles as he gives her a slight bow. "I'm glad to see you've arrived, my lady."

(Found a pic to use for him, don't know how to make a character bio blog page though.)