Isolde stepped out of the elevator, now wearing an emerald mini dress chosen by Severin. Ever since she returned to this place, Severin has chosen her clothes.
She walked through the crowd of patrons enjoying the dancers' performance on stage, heading toward the aisles that led to. There, per floor, where Severin sat as always, watching the show while puffing on a cigar and sipping his drink, accompanied by Nikhael and the rest of his men.
Isolde remembered the first time she had climbed these stairs, back when she was still a dancer alongside Tiffara—when she approached Severin, knelt before him, and called him 'Master.'
But this time, Severin extended his hand as she approached, pulling her by the waist and seating her on his lap.
Her hand reached for Severin's cigar, bringing it to her red-painted lips. She drew in the smoke while Severin took another sip of his drink, his eyes fixed on her.
