H-288: Little Isle Manor House, Function Room
Raina’s 5cm (2″ in weird-ass-but-intuitively-convenient units) heels put her height at about 183cm (6’0″) – 15cm (6″) above Lia, less Lia’s heel height (I don’t think you specified the height of her bright-pink heeled sandals?)
Raina nods graciously in acceptance of the reciprocal compliment.
“Flattery that’s dishonest only works on… those that lack self-confidence.”
Leaning-in, Lia’s practiced nose gets a wrong note – Raina’s scent just doesn’t fit with Lia’s sense of what’s right; it’s more like what an adolescent G-class girl would wear just before she winds up carrying a foetus she will eventually donate to the Eugenics Bureau.
If you wish, you may Roll Body Language.
“I will take yours too.”
She pauses, giving Lia space to respond, otherwise she will continue.
Her sandals are actually a sedate 1 inch heel, so Raina’s hair ornament requires a little neck strain to fully appreciate. She files away the scent information under curious quirks for later perusal.
5 vs 14 for Body Language.
She smirks over the flattery comment.
“Which is what makes it so useful…”
She seems somewhat distracted by Raina’s ornamentation.