A few moments earlier — deep in one of the less glamorous spectator terraces...
"I'll buy it… 2.6 million pearls." The undead general started.
"Mmm~ That Scythe is Dimming, that's very tempting if you ask me," purred a young woman in a voice that danced between amusement and seduction.
Her attire was bold — scandalous, even — shimmering with a fabric that clung to her like moonlight to rippling water. Her skin glowed with a smooth luster, as if lit from within. Foxlike ears twitched faintly atop her head, and nine flowing, silken tails played behind her like waves in slow motion. A dainty, upturned nose and vivid golden eyes only added to her uncanny allure. And then there was her smile — cocky, knowing, dangerous — paired with a lounging posture so open, so unapologetically relaxed, that she seemed to radiate sovereignty without a crown. Any soul who dared stare too long at this haughty vixen would think twice, lest they catch the glint of claws beneath that velvet facade.
