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Maeve

She tries her best to keep from letting her frustration spark in her chest and flashing across her features. Every little thing she says or does seems to spurn him in one way or another, making her own ire for the mane flare, but for the sake of her business the Madame keeps herself in check. It helps when he seems to actually be interested in the place she has built from scratch. ”The primary difference is the third floor. It’s much smaller in this building as it used to serve as the living quarters for the Madame. In the other building it does the same, but there are more private rooms for the workers as well.” It’s something she’s incredibly proud of. It was no small feat to create this and her hard work has paid off.

The choice of words strike her as odd and her guard is instantly up, hand subconsciously slipping down to her belly for only a moment before dropping away as she remembers herself, offering him a small smile. ”That it is.”

Soon they’re upstairs, inside one of the rooms so that he might get an understanding of what they’re working with here, offering a nod at his question. ”It is larger than these, but yes, it is much the same. Another small living space. Would you like to see the other building or do you have enough?” She asks easily, head cocking to the side as she regards him, eyes tracking the scrawl across the pad in his hand.

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