Inside the room, the atmosphere felt almost suspended in time. The lanternlight cast warm flickers over polished wood and faint motes of dust, the air thick with quiet anticipation.
The girls had long since removed their disguises, their real faces and features now revealed in full. With that came an unspoken ease, yet also a heightened sense of focus — as if now, with the masks gone, every word mattered more.
They sat in a loose circle, each posture a little different — Lily cross-legged with an ever-sharp gaze, Mathilda draped lazily over the edge of a couch, Darla leaning against a pillar with her arms folded. And at the center of attention was Zuzia, her eyes glimmering with mischief and her voice carrying a melodic, almost hypnotic cadence as she recounted her tale.
There are many drinks and Snacks on the table. Mana is already devouring it , while Zuiza's tail is stealing some snacks now and then.
