Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170819043626/@comment-32908780-20170823220953

Maximilian swallowed his pride. It'd do no good to argue now. He left the room without a word, before returning minutes later. He entered, then, rather bashfully, entered the small Mamono. A Cu Sith, she was remarkably short, with brown-and-white fur adorning her whole body. Her ornate dress carried the signature bronze color of most things Maximilian imparted, with his customary red jewels embezzled at regular intervals and connected by crimson ribbons. Her hair was long and black, and She seemed rather content. "Here she is, Sir," said Max, rather bashful himself. She took a step forward, raising her dress slightly in a customary bow. She glanced back up at Max, a light voice exuding from her in a barely audible whisper: "Like that, Master Maximilian?" He went entirely flush, nodding to her with an obviously uncomfortable smile.