The night hums with opulence.
A sea of shimmering gowns and tailored suits flows like silk through the open courtyard of Vaela's estate, nestled deep in the shadowed glade of the Wailing Woods. Golden lanterns hover mid-air above marble columns, casting dancing lights across champagne glasses and couture necklines.
The mansion itself is alive with music, laughter, and magic.
Vaela and Elsuana stand at the grand double doors of the estate like twin goddesses of elegance and purpose. Vaela is draped in deep crimson satin that clings to her like liquid temptation. Elsuana glows in silver-blue chiffon, delicate and dazzling, though her fingers keep fidgeting with the guest list tablet in her hand.
"House of Korrin," Elsuana whispers, checking off a name as an elderly magnate hobbles up with a glimmering cane.
"Confirmed," Vaela replies smoothly, smiling as she kisses the woman on both cheeks. "Welcome, Lady Korrin. I see you've brought the entire diamond reserve with you tonight."
