As she spoke, she slowly turned in a full circle, her eyes scanning every nook and cranny of the entire hall. Her nostrils flared slightly as she exhaled through them with a critical air, the sound carrying a hint of disdain. "The ambiance is elegant, but too subdued. A touch of red would make it more inviting." She drifted toward the wall, her steps as light as a feather, and paused before a Chinese ink landscape painting. Her lips pursed tightly, forming a thin line, and her eyes narrowed in concentration. After a long moment of studying the painting intently, she nodded slowly, her head moving just a fraction of an inch, as if the painting was the sole object that seemed to meet her approval.
"Dene, I never imagined you'd kept this painting. Ah, the one from fifteen centuries ago... correct?" Her lips curled into a knowing smirk, a glint in her eyes that suggested she held some secret knowledge.
