For noble ladies of high society, this was as low as society could sink.
Even battlefields hadn't seemed this filthy.
The moment the tavern door creaked open, conversations died.
Every pair of eyes turned toward them.
Those hungry stares swept over their bodies, making it feel as though they were being stripped bare by nothing but gazes.
Abellona was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her long dark hair framed a flawless face, while her crimson eyes shone like polished rubies. Anyone who looked at her couldn't help but steal a second glance.
Emilia possessed a different kind of beauty.
She carried the effortless grace expected of a duchess. Her black hair cascaded down her back like silk, and the calm, stoic look in her eyes could steal a person's soul. Every movement radiated quiet dignity.
Terra shared some of her sister's features, yet there was something mysterious about her.
The less one knew about her, the more alluring she became.
