The room was spacious, decorated with velvets, black silver mirrors, and floating sconces that cast a soft, flickering light. Piles of luxurious fabrics were scattered everywhere—satin, demonic lace, infernal silk. It was a veritable battlefield of elegance.
In the center of the organized chaos, three imposing figures stood before an enchanted mirror that projected their appearances in their chosen outfits.
"Are you really going in black, Katharina?" asked Roxanne, arching a golden eyebrow as she twirled delicately in her pearly white dress. The long-tailed, bare-shouldered garment shone like a full moon bathed in mist. A bold contrast for someone known for her fiery energy and impulsiveness.
Katharina, sitting with a glass of wine between her fingers, gave a small smile. Her red hair fell like a flaming waterfall over the dark fabric that covered her body in tight cuts and subtle details in crimson lace.
"Yes. Black. For irony. I shine brighter when I'm immersed in darkness."
