Melina stared at Victor in absolute silence for a few seconds, like an artist observing a rare, newly discovered sculpture. Then, suddenly, she jumped up from her armchair with exaggerated excitement and clapped her hands twice in the air.
Various utensils began flying from the walls of the VIP room as if they had awakened from some kind of magical hibernation.
Measuring tapes floated, spinning slowly through the air, golden needles arranged themselves in small rows, enchanted scissors spun dangerously close to the ceiling, and dozens of pieces of fabric began emerging from hidden compartments scattered throughout the hall.
Victor observed this in silence as a metal ruler literally flew past his face. "…This seems dangerously illegal."
"Art has no laws," Melina replied immediately as she walked towards him, her eyes shining with excitement.
