At her side walked another woman, strikingly beautiful, dressed in a bold crimson gown that clung to her figure. The neckline was cut generously, revealing a long, pale neck, a graceful collarbone, and a hint of snowy skin beneath. Her steps were unhurried yet alluring, swaying between elegance and seduction.
Wherever she passed, men's gazes followed involuntarily, eyes glued to her figure as though each step landed squarely on their hearts.
"Master, that one doesn't look friendly," Black warned in a low voice, instantly alert.
Scarlet had always been an enemy. For her to take the initiative now, there was only one explanation: trying to cause trouble.
Zora's lips lifted into a faint, playful smile. She was curious to see exactly what Scarlet was planning this time.
