Vaela zips the last of her sleek travel bags and exhales, planting a hand on her hip as she surveys her packing job with satisfaction. Three bags, one barely legal carry-on, and a suspiciously overstuffed cosmetic case, because if she's going away with Solavara, she needs options.
Across the penthouse, Lilith sprawls across the velvet couch like a Roman empress in exile, dramatically pouting with a champagne glass dangling from her fingers.
"I can't believe I'm stuck here," she groans. "You get whisked away by a sexy dryad to frolic in magical woods and I'm left with cold tea and celibacy."
Elsuana, curled up nearby with her tablet, pretends not to hear, though the smirk tugging at the corner of her lips betrays her. Lilith turns toward her with a devilish twinkle in her eye.
"I suppose I'll have to find something else to keep me busy this weekend," she purrs.
Elsuana lifts an eyebrow. "I'm sure you'll find something."
They exchange a long, loaded look.
