A crimson flash announces the arrival of Sasha and her familiar, Dorje, abruptly cutting short the private conversation between Clotilde and Daphne, which has been dragging on endlessly. The curiosity about their discussion is gnawing at me, but prying would be pointless—if it were something I needed to know, they would have involved me, considering I was there during Vespera's ambush.
Sasha's outfit is the most daring and provocative thing I've seen her wear yet. A dress so short it barely covers her, exposing the lower curve of her buttocks, with a thin red string peeking through—her panties, I assume—and a neckline so deep it might as well be just a bra. To top it all off, she wears a pair of towering stiletto heels. All in red, her unmistakable signature color. A stark contrast to Daphne's refinement and elegance—they might as well belong to different worlds.