After refreshing herself and drying her face in the bathroom, Sylvia walked toward the luxurious wardrobe that completed the facilities of the Penthouse Suite on the top floor of the Grand Elysium Hotel. She removed the thin, nearly transparent silk pajama that had been brushing softly against her skin and replaced it with something more appropriate for outdoor wear. From within her personal System Storage a virtual spatial space with unlimited capacity and absolute time-stasis effect Sylvia took out an elegant black gown. The gown wrapped the perfect curves of her body extremely well, radiating the aura of a mysterious yet lethal goddess, accentuating the flawless porcelain-white skin that was a remnant of her evolution.
"Come on, Sol, Noir," Sylvia called in a casual tone.
