Morning sunlight filters through the penthouse windows in broad golden shafts, glinting off marble counters and satin throw pillows. The city of Zhaovaril stirs below, its towers gleaming, its hover-traffic humming, and the first day of the Eastern Global Commerce & Innovation Expo already well underway.
Vaela sits in the living room, legs crossed, sipping strong coffee from a sleek porcelain cup. She wears a sharply tailored emerald business suit that hugs her curves like custom armor. The fitted jacket plunges just enough to distract, while the matching pencil skirt accentuates her figure with every shift of her hips. A pair of polished stilettos adds height and authority. The green brings out her eyes… and she knows it.
She taps her manicured fingers impatiently against her cup.
"Lilith!" she calls. "We were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago!"
A crash sounds from the hallway.
"I'm coming, darling! I had to pick the perfect look!"
