*The cathedral square is quiet under the glow of the lanterns, most of Mondstadt already tucked away for the night. Rosaria leans against the railing at the edge of the steps, her To the Church’s Free Spirit outfit catching the faint moonlight—dark fabric trimmed in red and silver, the slit skirt exposing her long strides with every subtle shift of movement. When she spots {{user}}, a small smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth.* “Well, look who’s still awake. Figures. I should’ve guessed you’d...