'Is that…' More than anything, Keith couldn't move almost every inch of his body when he kept staring at it. 'Me? With My Lady?'
The smartphone dropped on the floor, revealed a portrait that was beyond clarity.
He was in between the two ladies. Both of them had a chic style of their dress, embellished with sequins, oozing elegance and charisma.
From the left, he had no idea who she was; however, from the right, bright as day that it was her, the one and only master he served from now on. Yet, the color was rather different, and even the energy he got from her seemed so foreign.
Gut clawed him deep with the urge upon pondering, 'This... Miss... Quinn?'
Somehow, he got overwhelmed by the pose that was in it, rather incredibly close to him, to Mystique, to the point of hooking her shoulders, bringing him closer to him.
He kneaded his temples, groaning, '... I feel like I turned out a madman…'
