At a Certain Luxurious Inn…
Downstairs, in the warm, tavern-like dining area on the ground floor, the scent of fresh bread and roasted herbs lingered in the air.
It was early morning, with only a few patrons scattered across tables, the sunlight barely peeking through the old stained-glass windows.
At one circular table near the corner, three young women sat in silence—beauties so striking they seemed almost out of place among the rustic wooden furniture and plain walls.
Even in the soft glow of the dim morning light, their elegance stood out like polished gems in a bed of ash.
-Clink…!
-Clank…!
They ate quietly, methodically, the soft clinks of forks and knives cutting into modest breakfast portions the only sound between them.
Omelets, toast, fresh greens. Nothing lavish. Yet their presence alone was enough to make heads turn.
And yet—no one dared to approach.
