Suddenly, the mirror resting on Desmond's knees shimmered, illuminating the reflection of a resplendently attired Clementine. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, as if she had anticipated Desmond's call. Sporting a radiant smile, she greeted him, "Well, well, little Desmond, what brings you here?"
Clementine exuded an air of elegance, her garments immaculate, and her visage adorned with exquisite trinkets. The opulent backdrop reflected her noble bearing, emphasizing her regal demeanor.
However, beneath her aristocratic façade, there lingered a mischievous and cunning smile, a contrast to her refined appearance.
"I need you to disseminate a public statement, claiming that I was attacked by my pet while attempting to feed it," Desmond asserted, raising the glass to his lips with a single hand.
His bandaged arm, the absence of a limb, and faint traces of residual magic cast a solemn pall over the atmosphere.
