She was released into the wild.

He finished up the procedure with one more passive suggestion, which was that she would never find it strange for him to be following and watching her as she went about her day. More specifically, he would be her assistant, and one that basically didn't exist from her perspective. But it would allow him to go anywhere she went. Finally, he would be able to get **** for all that she put him through, and others. He would ruin her reputation, and best of all, everything would be her own doing. It was exciting to think about what would even happen.

She walked back out onto the street and continued on her way as she previously was, and he followed behind at a distance.

I wonder where she was going? he thought.

After some walking, she finally came to a fancy establishment in the high town. He knew it as a festhall for the rich and snobby. It was large, and served over-priced food with frequent musical performances. It was considered an honour to play there, and they paid well.

Both of them entered, but a man held up a hand to stop Lito.

"He's with me," Taya said. "Just my servant. Pretend he isn't even here."

"Ah. Of course. How foolish of me," said the man, and let him pass.

He decided to remain on the sidelines where nobody would notice him, both from his size and the patron's egos. And from there, he could watch to see what she does next.

Taya walked over to a table with two people--an older man, and one about her age. They were dressed as nobility, like the others were. The old gentleman was plump, had a short beard, but had barely any hear on the top of his head. Next to him was a dashing young noble with short black hair and a thin moustache. Lito recognized them as Theron and Andrin respectively, of the house Pittmour.

Theron, the older one, was speaking.

"Ah. As lovely as always, Lady Asterbloom."

"Of course," she replied, brushing her hair past her shoulder. "And you're as old as grey as always."

He chuckled, though uncomfortably. "How rude. I know our family is trying to strike a deal with yours, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't be more polite to one another."

"It's your house that needs the deal, not mine, but I was only jesting. You must learn to take a joke."