. . .
A fancy limousine rolled in front of the spacious fountain-rotunda. Four men jolted into action to pave Miura Takumi's path. He had an umbrella boy following him from a maintained distance as another one rolled the red carpet. The moment he stepped out of his fully air-conditioned mansion, a maid fanned him on his steps, and another one swatted the insects away.
Zeirenne and 'Dr. Gomez' stood in the back. Watching this spectacle, their foreheads folded with questions.
"They really have to go that far?" Zeirenne mumbled to herself, and Dr. Gomez adjusted his glasses before grabbing an umbrella, "Do you want me to fan you too, Mademoiselle?"
"Hmmm. No, thank you. I'd rather hold your hand for support than have it fanning me," Zeirenne rolled her eyes before getting engrossed in their mini-skit, "How can I possibly let Your Royal Highness fanning me? This commoner is not worthy," she said while hiding her face away in shame.
