Going Northwest

The VIP room was graced by the entrance of a young, beautiful lady clad in black, shiny armor. 

Her aloof expression hinted at a demeanor that demanded respect, and her striking features only heightened the allure. 

Shoulder-length red hair gracefully fell around her, framing a face adorned with deep emerald green eyes. 

The armor accentuated her well-maintained, golden-clean legs and a figure that was both moderate in the chest and well-endowed at the backside.

With a confident gait, she exuded an air of authority that captivated the attention of everyone in the room. 

As her presence filled the space, the innkeeper's jaw dropped to the ground in sheer disbelief, while the young man merely raised a brow before returning to his normal expression.

The young man couldn't help but question her earlier statement, "Why do you say so?" he asked when the lady approached their table.