Altair/Ari/Alecta - Sackheim Inn
"I don't think it's a matter of being.... curvy or not," she snickered before pronouncing the word. The appropriate and honest word would fat, but she chose to go with Ari's description instead. Much more lady like. "When you don't have anything to show, - perhaps because you're a bit plump or too thin, anorexic even - you don't show. Simple as that."
She took a pause to taste her meal, nodding in approvement. It was delicious. The wine, the food, one of her closest friends - it would have been a perfect evening, had it not been for Arielle Chiaro's presence. Alecta supposed the girl had been tolerable so far, but she suspected that wouldn't be for long. How long could they honestly continue being polite before it was too much?
After she took a bite, she added as an afterthought, "Then again, I suppose it's not so simple for everyone. There's few things more unpleasant than seeing someone, a woman especially, trying to fit herself into a dress that's clearly too small for her. Don't you think?"