I like meeting people. It's always fun [Ask to join]

- Thank you for talking to me.

The automaton's voice cracked a bit, like an old radio. Her lips curled once more, forming a facsimile of a smile, but her glowing blue eyes remained as they were - unmoving, unblinking and cold. Gratefulness was  not an unknown concept to Orianna, however she did struggle with a certain limitation - showing that she actually meant it. It was rare for her to meet someone, human or ... otherwise, that would keep her company, without feeling wary or wanting to escape. The automaton kept scanning the vixen's body for signs of discomfort, only to find none. Why doesn't she act like the others?

The musicians, in the meanwhile, were preparing to start the concert. The crowd slowly fluctuated towards them, to come closer and hear better. The instrumental change was unusual - there were three violins, and a piano in the corner of the stage. The violinists were quite young - three girls, while at the piano was a rather aged-looking man with a mustache, and a bald head. The crowd went silent, as they prepared to play the music... And soon, it started...

Music being played (click)

It wasn't any average bar music, nor was it meant to play on the background, while the listeners went about their needs. No, it was meant to captivate. The violin's sad tune resonated with the piano. Its notes were like droplets of water, or rain, each droplet falling down, their short lives ending in a small 'splash'. Orianna stood still, for a while, frozen like a statue, listening. She let go of the Ball in her hands, which floated around for a little while, before casually bumping into his mistress's side, pulling her out of that self-induced stasis. Focus returned to the automaton's eyes, as she turned her head to face Ahri again. She didn't exactly seem to be the dancing type.

- Do you know how to dance, Ahri? I can teach you. I used to dance a lot before I died.