"Let's say you want a new dress, and you send a servant out to get you one. You're not picky necessarily, but you're not sure which one will suit you until you've seen it. If you request ten different dresses, one is bound to be suitable, if you request one...well then you're stuck with whatever your given...you see?"
She nodded. "You're looking for girls who...fit you, is what you're saying."
"Was that really the best option you could find?" He pointed at the door Alexia had left from. She sighed and leaned back next to him against the wall.
"One of three...but the other two seemed about the same."
"None like you then?" She looked at him sideways, He was drinking his wine and watching the far wall.
"Demitri thinks I'm a deviant." She said derisively. He smirked back at her.
"Glad to
