Another day, another job to do. The sky looked cloudy gray with some slivers of golden sunshine, dark enough to prompt even her to sleep in a bit longer, and finally select a more traditional - modest even - choice of wardrobe: Her white jacket and miniskirt over stockings, the kind she usually wore for guild assignments where she expected to meet resistance. After all she already knew what kind of job she'd be doing today, having selected it beforehand: Another job tending to Khalash Saton's magical business.
The last mission hadn't been that boring, though Alisa suspected the only reason for that to be related not to anything about the job itself, but rather the company. As always... Marina, however, was very much a special case in that she kept Alisa interested not via a perpetual aura of mystery, but by being a genuinely fun person to spend time with.
Among those that she might call her friends, Finn was the only one who somewhat resembled her style. For all their differences, an earnest, thrill seeking drive were traits they shared, and another reason why Alisa thought Marina would be a good fit for Blue Pegasus.
Those thoughts kept her company on the short walk from the inn to the shop, leaving the sculptress wondering if or when the right opportunity for such a proposition might finally present itself. Once she swung the creaky door open, she quickly found the person she was looking for, standing behind the counter.
"Oh, hello, hello! Good to see you again, Miss Alisa...!", greeted the cheerful yet somewhat lecherous old shopkeeper, taking a bit too long in scanning down and up her body like a feast for the eyes, "You look well!"
Fortunately for him Alisa hardly minded being admired, after all, this outfit hardly presented anything one couldn't see just from buying Sorcerer's magazine whenever she appeared on it. It truly was a rather modest choice of clothes considering her summer collection, but that jacket was fresher than it looked, and the short skirt did wonders in keeping her cool. Despite barely showing any skin, this outfit had its own allure, hugging her curvaceous form tightly enough for just the right amount of sensuality:
"Good morning Mr. Saton, and thank you.", she'd smile and rest one hand on her hip as she ran the other down her hair, before looking around the store crossing her arms, a more serious look taking over her expression, "So, you just need us to return an item today, is that correct?"
People always get more uppity whenever someone asks them to return whatever money they earned, so now - more than any other mission Alisa had done in the past few days - was the time to expect a fight, and be ready to try and prevent it. She was pretty sure whatever negotiations she might have to do would take place inside the store where things could break and ultimately make the whole thing more trouble than it's worth. Would she have to use her feminine charms again? Maybe, maybe not, but as she glanced towards the door, one thing was clear:
She'd much rather deal with this alongside Marina.