Night.
Sir Wayne was on the scene, proving that the air quality in Fasker City was ten thousand times better than Lundan's, due to it being a port city where the Wind Element and Water Element were quite prevalent.
The three women returned from the shop and dove into the bedroom to change clothes.
In the same bedroom, the chattering made for a lively atmosphere.
As a fashion designer, Wayne had intended to offer his guidance on their attire in person, but some shortsighted person had locked the door, leaving the professional stranded outside.
Vivian White was used to indulging others, Mona never locked doors, so it was obvious who the culprit was.
"It's one thing to guard against perverts, but gentlemen too?"
Wayne played with dogs and teased cats, mumbling complaints to himself when suddenly he furrowed his brow, sniffed, and looked toward the suite's main door.
The scent of perfume.
Thud thud thud!
The door was knocked.