Elsuana clears her throat at the front of the boardroom, nervously clutching her tablet like it's a shield against a firing squad. "G-good afternoon, esteemed guests," she says, her voice pitching upward in pure panic. "Th-thank you for joining us for this presentation on Venevra's vision, v-values, and, um, variegated—oh gods, that's not even the right word—ventures."
The businessmen, twelve in total, sit at a polished obsidian table that could've been ripped straight out of a villain's lair. They blink slowly, pretending to listen, nodding politely. But their eyes… oh, their eyes… straying with increasing frequency toward the radiant storm weaving through the room like sin made flesh.
Vanessa Moonblood.
