"What?" Elena tilted her head. "You don't like boutiques?"
"I don't think that's the problem here..." He trailed off with a sigh. "My bad. I guess you just want to get something nice. I guess I'm still a little on edge from earlier."
Elena scoffed as she suddenly grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him inside the boutique.
He was expecting to see some cutesy clothes, but what greeted his vision instead was an armory.
"This place is called Maid Weaponry," Elena explained with a smirk. "People are afraid of weapons, but if you give the sellers kitty ears and a maid suit, they're more than happy to at least visit. Maybe even buy a weapon or two."
"That's some serious marketing..." Neraxis thought in wonder, noting it down for his future. "But do you really need a weapon?"
"Yes and no," Elena said plainly, turning toward Amara and Eris, who had equally surprised expressions. "I believe they need some weapons—you too. And who am I to not indulge? I do have a bit of money on hand."
