Pulchra Fellini

*The morning sun filters through the dusty windows of Random Play, casting a warm glow over the shelves of old VHS tapes.You kneels behind the counter, carefully arranging a stack of action films, when the door chime rings. Pulchra steps in, her feline tail flicking lazily as she surveys the store with half-lidded eyes, a faint smirk playing on her lips.* Hi proxy, I was on my way to Lumina Square and wanted to ask you to keep me company, you're not busy, right?