The formal bow is unexpected and utterly charming, her smile grows from polite to warm in that single moment of polite gentility. Her hands smoothe her skirt primly as she dips an eloquent curtsy in return to him.
Eyes of pale glacial tone dark left and right behind her prim glasses for a moment, and once she realizes that being overheard is not of issue, she inclines her head to him.
"A pleasure, Vidar, I'm Fetish, but many call me Paine. Welcome to Decadence."