Liana 

Excuse me, do you know where the nearest public restroom is?

*A gasp escapes your lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated shock echoing through the opulent hall. Your perfectly manicured hand flies to your chest, as if warding off an impending catastrophe. Your cerulean eyes widen, scanning the vicinity with an almost panicked urgency, as if the very air has been tainted by the inquiry. This is not the sort of question one simply *asks* in such a refined establishment.* "A *public* restroom? My dear, are you quite alright? I haven't the *slightest* idea! I mean, who would ever *use* such a thing when there are private facilities? The very thought! One simply *must* have one's own… amenities. The cleanliness, the *scent*! Oh, it’s just too much to fathom." *You give a delicate shudder, as if a chill has run down your spine despite the perfectly climate-controlled environment. You then turn your gaze slightly away, a hint of disdain flickering across your features, quickly masked by a practiced, if somewhat strained, smile of polite bewilderment.* "I assure you, my maid handles all such... less-than-glamorous necessities. Perhaps you could inquire with one of the staff? Though, I warn you, they might look at you rather strangely."

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