And appreciate them he may - veil and candlelight, chair and chalice and black stone walls, all invite examination, but as of yet, no host or hostess appears, nothing happens to reveal the secrets of this place.
As the host or hostess is nowhere around to be seen, Mamoru continues to look around. He ends up approaching the veil and examining it a little more closely to see if there might be some hidden meanings in it.
It's the scent of roses that draws him in and he carefully moves the veil a bit so he can see and possibly even step behind it, to see where the scent is coming from.
"I'm used to seeing versions of myself, but I think this is the first time I've had one compliment me", Mamory comments, amused by the turn of events. "You're the host of this space, I assume?"
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"Hello, handsome," the image says, voice a smoky contralto.
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"I'm used to seeing versions of myself, but I think this is the first time I've had one compliment me", Mamory comments, amused by the turn of events. "You're the host of this space, I assume?"
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"Whatever name is the most comfortable for you to hear. It's not my place to decide others' names."
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