"You're using your hips again."
Elsuana's voice blares through the crystal-clear video screen like a stern schoolmistress, cutting across the room like a dagger through fog.
On the other side of the estate's lounge, Lilith freezes mid-strut, her outstretched arm mid-sweep across the fake presentation table. Her heels click as she pivots, squinting at the glowing screen mounted on the wall.
"I am not," she says, indignant, placing a hand on one perfectly sculpted hip.
"You are. That…" Elsuana mimics her with a frustrated flourish, shaking her head, "...wasn't handing over a sales forecast. That was an exotic dance number."
Lilith gasps dramatically and points a finger at Vaela. "I blame her. She brings out my inner seductress."
Vaela lifts both hands in faux innocence. "What can I say? I bring the best out of people."
Elsuana groans and pinches the bridge of her nose. "This is a business proposal, not a burlesque show."
