It was night already in the main city. Neon lights bathed the streets, light wind brushed the cool evening. Pedestrians walked the road paths, and night shops were busy with business.
In a bustling district, a young girl, about 14 years old, walked the streets. She wore a light blue crop top and a white miniskirt. Her fair skin was too exposed, and her blonde hair fluttered freely. Her enchanting blue pupils were filled with curiosity as she walked through every shop.
A young woman followed by her side, dressed in a formal dress, with her short black hair well maintained, and her glowing tan skin which made her look too attractive.
"Young miss, I think it is time we went back home. The madame might be worried about your safety." Mary said with a hint of vigilance in her tone. She was strong, and capable, but she wasn't a bodyguard. She didn't sign up to become one.
