A woman with long blonde hair wearing a light purple dress could be seen inside a cave with nothing but a single chair and a table in it.
She sat on the chair, facing the table while doing something on the laptop in front of her. She looked out of place wearing her dress, but alas, the dress was sort of a uniform that established her identity as a Witch.
The laptop's screen was turned on, and a black silhouette of another woman appeared. Her face and body were black, but her pink lips were visible for some reason.
The silhouette wore a pointy hat, which was another distinctive clothing feature of a Witch.
"Greetings, Alolla." The Witch spoke with a smile.
[Greetings, Ravella. How is the plan?] A voice leaked out from the laptop's speaker; it was sweet and seducing.
"I could say the plan is only half-success. The Demon did manage to find the existence of the strongest witch's vessel, but…"
[But what?]
