Like many things Athena found herself doing, attending Murasaki's exhibition had several purposes. Not only was subject one of interest, but so was the hostess. Sato had been the source of one of her foster-father's most spectacular breaks in temper that she had witnessed, and Athena thought it... prudent to make her acquaintance personally.
She could sense the immortal presences from before she entered the building and arched one delicate brow. It seemed as if Sato-san planned quite the show.
Curious to see exactly what would be on display, Athena entered the building, paused for a moment at the entrance to let her eyes adjust before she began to wind her way through the exhibition.