Angel flicked her gaze from the screen to Viola, raising a brow. Lyra, meanwhile, blinked in confusion. "Wait, it's just… clothes?" she asked.
Viola shot her a look, sharp enough to silence her instantly. "Not just clothes," she said, voice low, almost trembling. "That machine was used to weave the Veil Threads. Do you know what that means? That's… that's legacy. That's history."
Xavier leaned back, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced at her. "Guess you're about to make me broke tonight, huh?"
Viola didn't even argue. She kept her eyes locked on the floating image, already plotting.
Angel, however, stiffened when she felt Xavier's hand sneak higher under her dress. She shifted in her seat, gripping the tablet tighter, torn between focusing on Viola's fixation and the heat crawling up her thighs. Xavier didn't even look at her, like teasing her was just another casual habit.
