"Indeed, you seem to harbor a plethora of tales," Clark acknowledged with a nod, his gaze lingering thoughtfully on the enigmatic woman seated across from him.
The dimly lit space seemed to dance with shadows, casting an air of mystery around her. Yet, in her eyes, there was a glimmer of something deeper, something waiting to be uncovered.
A faint smile tugged at Clark's lips, a silent invitation for the woman in black to reveal more of herself. And she, sensing the unspoken encouragement, dared to tread further into the realms of boldness.
With the practiced ease of a seasoned hostess, she poured the amber liquid into delicate glasses, her movements fluid and confident.
Then, with a flick of her wrist, she summoned forth a pair of meat of mystical creatures slain by her own hands, their forms shimmering with otherworldly energy.
