Dignified, gentle, without an excess of strange noise.
As tranquil as one with air itself, the cross-dressing woman nods satisfyingly after sipping a cup of red tea. Her fingers circle, causing her unpolluted red hair to wrap around her index finger and gently tug at it.
As she experiments with this playful, little movement, Nidhogg stands straight as an arrow behind the bar, just like a soldier undergoing inspection. The girl serving with a complicated expression and Baron Lys, who occasionally steals glances towards this enigmatic female patron while indulging in his coffee, contrast her.
Most female customers prefer the free tea offered at the café, appreciating the handsome staff as a sort of eye-candy as they daintily consume red tea. However, this woman, after giving a mere side-eye to Baron Lys' residual coffee, chose a seat by the window, rejecting all featured coffees and desserts, and ordered a cup of candied tea instead.
