The Moonstone Cafe was nestled in a quiet street of London, just after a corner from a busy avenues, filled with shops and eateries. It provided easiness of access for curious and regulars, but it remained nestled away from the most crowded areas. Roxane considered she had the best of both worlds as such. This place had been her baby for the past years, and she was very happy of how successful it had become. It had become some hub for an esoteric community, whether regular humans oblivious to most of the supernatural world around them, or for some London-based preternatural beings such as herself, a Bastet. Being quiet about her exact kind, one of the few surviving Ceilican Bastet, had been her motto for centuries now, which was also why she hadn't lived under her birth name in the longest time. Some days, she didn't even think about the fact she once was known differently.

A recent letter had jogged back memories from another century. She had been nicely surprised to receive a note from one who had given her shelter when running away from the massacre that almost destroyed her tribe fully. She had been glad to hear that Maalik was well and still in Paris. As persecuted rarities, they had also bonded over a great thirst for knowledge. Being invited to join him for an event in Versailles was a surprise, but she would definitely give him a positive response. It would be an opportunity to travel back to France, which she hadn't done in a few years, and to reconnect.

She lifted her eyes from the books she had been organizing on the shelves in the shop corner of the Cafe, where she provided occult volumes as well as supplies for practitioners. While some may think it was just fluff, Roxane prided herself in only offering quality items. As a mystic herself, she hated the idea of selling cheap crap. That was also why she had expanded on what started as a small coffee and tea booth, with some muffins. At this point the tea choice and pastries of the Moonstone Cafe had built up their own reputation, and several tables and a couple of comfortable armchairs occupied a section of the place.

She had to get away and disconnect fully as not to drive herself crazy as a Bastet, but after having lived for so long, and having better income, she was able to stay based in a given city, and just taking one extended vacation a year, off the grid, for she needed to reinvent herself to stay sane.

Humming to herself, she sashayed across the book section, waving at a couple of patrons coming in. She went to make herself a cup of earl grey, chatting with Lila, one of her employees. She had suggested multiple times that Lila could do something else than handling the food section, but Lila had always made it clear the only person she would let have her place was Roxane herself, which the owner found hilarious. Leaning against the wall, she sipped on the hot tea, enjoying a quiet break during her busy day.