Yuzuki watched him far below.
Her eyes tracked him with crystalline precision from a height that should have reduced humans to vague movement and cars to smudges of darkness. By mortal standards, seeing his face clearly from here should have been impossible.
But mortal standards were adorable little rules people invented before meeting beings like her.
Phei crossed the lobby's grand entrance with three girls around him.
They fussed around him naturally.
There was no clinging spectacle, no cheap performance, nothing that would have made Yuzuki roll her eyes hard enough to require medical intervention.
It was worse than that, actually. More intimate. More comfortable. They moved around him like women who had already accepted where they belonged and had no intention of asking the world's opinion on it.
Yuzuki narrowed her eyes.
'So these were his PheiCrush Simps leaders.'
