In a grand hall with towering windows from which bright light flooded in, illuminating dozens of luxuriously dressed people.
Apart from smelling rich, the men had a similar design of trench coats over their attire while the women wore ball gowns. These gowns were tight at the right places, most particularly at their torso and loose from their waist down—designed to accentuate their figures.
Some, however, opted for daring silk dresses that clung desperately to their figures like a second skin.
These women held power and two of them stood before a table, their fingers delicately wrapped around half-filled glasses of wine.
Mary leaned in close to Yuna. "There are so many eyes on me. Are you sure these clothes were the right choice?"