Well, good riddance hmm? Though Alisa didn't doubt a woman as stunning and skilled as her would probably have other unfortunate encounters like those at some point, but alas, such is life. Those unpleasant chance encounters in the end only mean how one has something to boast about. If anything, the man had good taste. Alisa for one had never been shy about admiring her own visage, her eyes falling on her painting with interest as the artist fleshed it out before her eyes:
"Something along those lines~...", she teased, chuckling playfully as she folded her arms under her generous bust, raising her hand up to her cheek as she mused on the perfect wall to place that particular painting, probably beside those of the other masters.
All of them already had their painting done at some point, but Alisa had yet to follow their footsteps. No time like the present really. However, their talk of galleries lead way to a different subject entirely:
"So you are indeed a member of Empyrian Devine hmm...? That explained why you looked so familiar~", mused the sculptress, her lips curling wider at the thought of meeting someone new from her sisters guild. She knew a few of her guildmates, yet most of them had simply joined Kuri when she made it. Maybe Mimi too was one of those people, but at the very least, Alisa didn't remember her before this, "Well, between a gallery and a store, you're in the perfect position to do both. If you're interested in a little gallery in Hargeon, be sure to let me know. I'm sure I could work something out for you~"
Hargeon was known as a patron city of the arts after all, in no small part thanks to the efforts of Blue Pegasus during their many year tenrue was the city's guardians. Well known as a patron of the arts herself, Alisa for one often went out of her way to buy works from artists who caught her eye, regardless of price. And Mimi, well... Mimi was one such artist, and Alisa had to admit... She admired her concentration:
"Assuming you can focus that is~...", with a playful, lighthearted quip, Alisa giggled as she cooly took her place beside her, letting out a delighted smile as she relaxed in the shade, watching the woman work as her soft, sinuous shape squishing ever so softly against the sitting painter. Her hand idly came to rest on the artist's shoulder, that telltale warmth against her side drawing her gaze downwards as she couldn't help but admire the intricate embroidery of that classy black dress, almost as much as the breathtaking beauty who wore it, "Even in the shade I must admit... I'm impressed you don't melt into a puddle of sweat... Wearing a black dress in this heat is quite the statement~"
Yet nothing quite drew her attention as much as the heat radiating off her form, even more so than Alisa whose soft, silken white shirt clung stubbornly to her skin, damp with a subtle sheen of sweat after her stay under the sunlight. Alisa fanned herself as she spoke, her eyes not lingering on Mimi for long before drawing back to her painting:
"Oh, on the contrary...", she shook her head and smile, a subtle glimmer in her eyes as she admired the beauty laid out before her, "It looks absolutely breathtaking the way it is~"