Seraphina and Maria watched in silence.
Written on their faces were hints of anger and a bit of concern. Deep down, they wanted to end the whole thing then and there.
No further proof was needed, not after everything they had witnessed so far.
But since Dorian had not given them the word to act on it yet, it must mean he was waiting to see something.
Thus, their gazes were pulled back to the stage, just as his was.
Looking back, they could see the woman now standing in front of the elf closest to her, her arms wrapped around the elf's shoulder.
"Number 56," she uttered out loud.
The elf in question was a pretty female elf with red hair packed in a ponytail.
She wore a yellow dress and had a silver iron collar on her neck. Her eyes held no life; she simply stood there, not speaking a word or fighting back, even after the veiled woman began touching her inappropriately.
