Descending the stairs next to the elevator-connected corridor, the dining room where dinner was to be enjoyed was just one level below. The corridor lights cast a warm hue, which also slightly increased the surrounding temperature.
"You're really slow..."
Before Mr. Fisher and Sister Ilois had come down, the rest of the employees had already arrived. Balzac and Philis had changed into more casual indoor clothing. Particularly, Iphelis had donned tribal attire unique to the South Continent. The tribal clothing wasn't revealing, but its natural materials always evoked wild, jungle-like associations in gentlemen from the Western Continent, including Mr. Fisher.
He suddenly wondered what Rafael might look like in such garments.
Philis, lying listlessly on the dining table, saw the belated Mr. Fisher and Sister Ilois and pouted as she said,
"Sorry..."
