Livia stood still for a moment, hands clasped in front of her, feeling her heart race. Her eyes followed every movement from a distance, absorbing every detail of the presence that dominated the room. A shiver ran down her spine, and she bit her lower lip, nervous and curious at the same time.
A subtle step forward, almost imperceptible, and she tilted her head, trying to decipher the mystery before her. Her breath slowed, restrained, as the heavy silence around her seemed to demand courage.
— She's dangerous, isn't she? — Livia asked, her voice low, almost a whisper, filled with both fear and fascination.
Ophelia tilted her head, her eyes cold and calculating.
— Dangerous? Yes… capable of killing without a second thought. Precise, lethal… and no one escapes her path.
Livia swallowed hard, a shiver running down her spine.
Edith stepped closer, smiling with dark malice.
— I know a dangerous woman too — she said, her voice soft yet cutting. — But if you think all kill for fun… some only do what needs to be done.
Silence fell heavily between them, loaded with respect and fear. Talking about someone like that was like touching fire: thrilling, risky… deadly.
In the Montflourentes mansion, the hall was bathed in soft light, reflected from the crystal chandeliers. Lady Odette and Vivienne were completely nude, skin against skin, the light caressing every curve, every inch of their bodies.
A tray of fruits rested between them. Slowly, they began to eat, biting into succulent pieces, the sweet flavors mixing with the proximity of their bare bodies. Every gesture was deliberate, provocative, as if the simple act of eating had become a game of intimacy and desire.
Odette held some fruits in her hand, offering them to Vivienne, who accepted with a mischievous smile. Between bites, their fingers met, exploring, teasing, each touch intensifying the tension between them.
Edith stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with dark malice, her voice low and firm:
— If anyone touches Vivienne… Lady Odette would kill without a second thought.
She paused, letting the weight of the statement hang in the air like a silent shadow over the others.
— And don't be mistaken — she continued, a faint cold smile on her lips — it's not an empty threat. She acts… and that's it.
Ophelia froze for a moment, her metallic eyes reflecting the light almost like a human's. A soft mechanical chime escaped as she tilted her head, surprised.
— …She would really do it? — Ophelia asked, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and caution. — Without hesitation?
Edith smiled, cold and calculated.
— Without hesitation — she repeated firmly. — When Lady Odette decides, no one survives her path.