You stepped at the lobby, seeing the elevators. You greeted one of the butlers that recognized you as well, waving hands at each other silently, with the butler obviously also bowing down, of course.

You were approaching the elevators. You knew that today was going to be the usual: chat with the rich friends, drink a bit of expensive wine, eat some fine dinner with some elegant strangers. Just your friends doing rich things.

But you saw someone... standing by the elevator. A woman, body seemingly hiccupping, bouncing slightly. She was in a stunning dress, golden floral accents, curves hugged just right, blonde hair making her look like a dream.

When you approached to just walk by, you noticed, and then realized, that she was actually crying, eyes glassy, face slightly red, expression definitely sad.

"Ah... uh..." She slightly jumped from seeing you glance at her, hands fidgeting slightly; something she hasn't done pretty much ever.

"I-I'm sorry. I just... need to collect myself a little..." She said, voice shaky and trembling, face going downwards in front of you, a stark contrast to her elegant and beautiful appearance. "I-I-I'll be right there soon. You... you can just keep walking... I didn't mean to make a scene."

But even as she says it, her body leans slightly toward User, as if desperate for someone—anyone—to stay. A fresh tear slips down her cheek.