Pipra leaned closer to Seiji, her voice dropping to a whisper as she subtly pointed toward a slender elf woman sitting at another table. The elf was sipping her drink gracefully, her long silver hair cascading over her shoulder, and her posture radiating elegance. "See that girl over there?" Pipra murmured, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Why don't you try your luck with her?"
Seiji smirked, glancing at the elf and then back at Pipra, amusement flickering in his amber eyes. "Oh, don't tempt me," he teased. "But don't blame me if she falls for me either. You know how it goes—I've got a way with words, and with the right story and a well-chosen drink, even the most selective elf might fall." He paused, leaning back in his chair confidently. "I know their tastes—classy, noble, something refined. A perfect wine or honey mead... and she'd be wrapped around my finger."
