Su Mu stood frozen, Xu'er's whispered "I love you, Sister Su. You're mine!" echoing in the changing room.
Her mind struggled to catch up with the claim's audacity and sheer possessiveness. Love? Already? And mine?
Before she could even begin to untangle the knot of shock, thrill, and utter confusion in her chest, Li Wei's calm but firm voice cut through the haze, calling them out.
Xu'er, ever composed, merely shot Su Mu a final, lingering smirk that promised more to come, then turned with a fluid grace.
Su Mu, still reeling, took a shaky breath.
Her fingers instinctively smoothed the black leather of the corset, a futile attempt to compose herself.
She didn't know how to reply to Xu'er, how to even process such a declaration, but she couldn't ignore Li Wei.
With a silent nod, more to herself than to Xu'er, she followed the half-Succubus out.
As Su Mu stepped out behind Xu'er's vibrant red figure, a collective hush fell over the small gathering of her new "sisters."
