P'rita had taken a small like to her attire but arriving in Limsa started to diminish what sense of strength she had. Her backside completely exposed to the curious gaze and her choker covering the one scar she never wish to expose in public. While she wore nearly no jewelry, P'rita did have the hair style perfected for this day. In the time when she would make it to the establishment, there she saw Flynt and yet now it kicked in.
"Not now..." She thought to herself. Her courage diminishing. In her years of training, P'rita has all but effectively removed most of her womanly charms and attitude. She looked at herself again, noticing the dress type. Her legs shaking. She asked herself constantly why she acted like this? Why she couldn't just be a normal person and go with the flow?Â
"Are you alright, Miss?" a waitress finally noticed P'rita. She stood straight up to reply.
"Yes I am! Just trying to find my...companion." she couldn't admit it still. She could stare death in the face, feel pain and not show emotion, yet the social act of dating or even company was harder than it seemed. So P'rita, a few minutes late would eventually step out from cover and walked to Flynt. He could easily tell by the way she was walking up that it took her a lot of effort to attempt to show up wearing a real dress. She bowed before him.Â
"S-sorry for being late!" she said in her most nervous tone before taking a seat. Of course being the Bismark, there would be no traditional dishes of her homeland. So picking out food would be a struggle. Especially since she always stayed away from any food that was smelly or meat wise. P'rita's face had a large mixture of emotions. More importantly Anxiety. For this was completely out of her comfort zone.Â
But P'rita was willing to do anything at this point.
"So...F-flynt? Has your...Job been g-good to you?" the first question to ask and she was already picking up a stuttering tongue. Oh how nervous she was. She was thankful, however for her outer appearance. So no one could judge the age gap between them.
"Not now..." She thought to herself. Her courage diminishing. In her years of training, P'rita has all but effectively removed most of her womanly charms and attitude. She looked at herself again, noticing the dress type. Her legs shaking. She asked herself constantly why she acted like this? Why she couldn't just be a normal person and go with the flow?Â
"Are you alright, Miss?" a waitress finally noticed P'rita. She stood straight up to reply.
"Yes I am! Just trying to find my...companion." she couldn't admit it still. She could stare death in the face, feel pain and not show emotion, yet the social act of dating or even company was harder than it seemed. So P'rita, a few minutes late would eventually step out from cover and walked to Flynt. He could easily tell by the way she was walking up that it took her a lot of effort to attempt to show up wearing a real dress. She bowed before him.Â
"S-sorry for being late!" she said in her most nervous tone before taking a seat. Of course being the Bismark, there would be no traditional dishes of her homeland. So picking out food would be a struggle. Especially since she always stayed away from any food that was smelly or meat wise. P'rita's face had a large mixture of emotions. More importantly Anxiety. For this was completely out of her comfort zone.Â
But P'rita was willing to do anything at this point.
"So...F-flynt? Has your...Job been g-good to you?" the first question to ask and she was already picking up a stuttering tongue. Oh how nervous she was. She was thankful, however for her outer appearance. So no one could judge the age gap between them.
"You can do this, P'rita. Focus and calm yourself. Pretend...it's just you and him here. No other eyes..."
