-THIRD PERSON-
Against a dimly-lit wall with only candles framing it, a silhouette of a woman with her stomach pushed in and her big chest bared can be seen standing in front of a circular, wooden table with its swivel chair right into it.
There, a man in his lavish garments was seated as he faced this girl in front of him, his expression cannot be fathomed with all the room being poorly lit.
"I am sure he has heard already about what I did to that old lady," the girl answered, her voice slightly wicked, her face smirking with content. "You must have given me the order very long ago. I would do anything to slay that old woman."
"Hush, now. What did I explain to you before?" the man mused. "Victory comes to those who are willing to wait.
The man then shifted from his seat, a goblet with champagne in his right hand, and took a long sip out of it before he added to his statement earlier.
