At about 03:10 pm, Inara and Zee were watching a fashion show on the large television in the living room downstairs.
In the midst of organized looking spectators, female models strutted along on the walkway, displaying several looking dresses that looked official.
After the last model exited the walkway, a woman emerged from the backstage and stepped onto the walkway, taking a bow as the spectators gave her a round of applause.
“You know that’s the designer of those office dresses right?” Zee commented.
“Sure. Have you noticed that they often look normal?” Inara remarked.
“Yeah. They are designers not models. Sometimes they are shy too.”
“Yeah. I’ve noticed.”
The screen filled with a lipstick advert and after that an acoustic guitar instrumental music fused in with a background of r
