Arne
Toplofty Aberrant
“Arthur what a powerful name…” Placing her hand into each other, her fingers interlocked over each other. Slowly opening her hues, the golden leer became visible. A sight so bright that even in the darkest night they could pierce the veil. She extended her right hand to the male, the silk cloth that covered it allowed it to gleam in the moonlight. It seemed that his previous action of the bow. Felt that she was entitled to kiss her hand. “I’m Acerola, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She bowed her own head in respect. Spending too much time in the East she thought to herself. Their customs had ended up washing onto her.
Although the action was somerrow unexpected, Arthur answered naturally to the vampire extended hand taking her hand with his own right hand and guiding his lips to kiss it in a natural gesture, clearly something that he was used to do. "Acerola..? An exotic name indeed. If I'm not wrong it comes from a fruit." The vampire said, reminding his own experiences for a while before finally complementing the thought. "I believe it's a Red Cherrie, sounds pretty much fitting to a vampire lady of exceptional beauty."