That was all it took. The hesitation vanished, replaced by a fresh wave of stubbornness. Eirin had always been a reserved, composed person, but Shade Cromwell had a unique talent for getting under her skin. Being wholly pissed off was a refreshing change from her usual calm.
"I'll do it," Eirin said, her voice clear.
Sapphire's face lit up. "Well, alright then! I won't hold back!"
Sapphire spent the next few minutes meticulously arranging the velvet cushions and the lighting. She had the two of them try a few poses. Eirin was standing beside the sofa, Shade sitting—everything, but she kept huffing, clearly unsatisfied. Something wasn't clicking.
"The sofa's good enough to be used… It's not the props, then what's the problem?" Sapphire muttered. She stared at Eirin and Shade, then at Coleen and Trixtan. "Coco, Trix," she called out to them. "I think you guys should wait in the hall."
