It's plausible that Prompto's DTF might have taken matters into her own hands, but more importantly, Ardyn can't resist giving hints about the truth. It isn't much of a game if Prompto never has any chance to figure it out.
She glances out into the snow. "No, we wouldn't get far." Then she blinks and looks back to Prompto with a wry smile. "A lovely lady, am I? Not too old for you?" She holds out her hand to shake, and gives a nod of greeting that allows her hair to fall across her eyes. "Nydra. Good to meet you back."
With her free hand, "Nydra" pulls a vintage-looking camera from her pocket. "So how does this teaching thing work? And how do I pay you?"
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It's plausible that Prompto's DTF might have taken matters into her own hands, but more importantly, Ardyn can't resist giving hints about the truth. It isn't much of a game if Prompto never has any chance to figure it out.
She glances out into the snow. "No, we wouldn't get far." Then she blinks and looks back to Prompto with a wry smile. "A lovely lady, am I? Not too old for you?" She holds out her hand to shake, and gives a nod of greeting that allows her hair to fall across her eyes. "Nydra. Good to meet you back."
With her free hand, "Nydra" pulls a vintage-looking camera from her pocket. "So how does this teaching thing work? And how do I pay you?"