On Sunday, they decided to spend the day in Pavona. Just the two of them, doing a bit of window shopping, getting to know the scenery.
At least, that was supposed to be the plan. As far as Katarina was concerned, Vessa's reactions to everything were far more interesting than their surroundings.
She'd ooh, she'd ahh, her jaw would drop, and her eyes would follow any decent curves that happened to draw close. Katarina smiled at every single one.
"What is that?"
"That would be a store."
"What's that!?"
"That's... a bathhouse."
"What is THAT!?"
"That's... just someone's house."
And the luxury sights continued from there.
