"She must have a spatial storage item like I do," Dante thought. "So she must either be very rich or very strong."
Last night, she was clad in a velvet cocktail dress but her present attire was completely different. It was hard to imagine she was the same fiery woman from before.
Her soft, flawless ivory skin sparkled despite no sign of makeup. She has no wrinkles or any signs which proved she was in her late thirties.
Dante checked her around as she clad boots on her feet. His eyes focused on the woman's body as if he was trying to enjoy her beauty but in reality, he was trying to use his skill on her to check her status.
He thought now was a time but unfortunately, Dante was unable to appraise her which would mean she was either stronger than him or she had an item, something on her making it impossible to check her status but he had the feeling it was the former.
