In the dimly-lit underground chamber, a woman dressed in lavish clothes suddenly appeared in Vila's line of sight.
A fiery red corseted gown, a shawl decorated with vibrant feathers, a bell-shaped hat embellished with a hairband... Each article of clothing and every accessory was in startlingly bright colors; she looked not like a witch but more like a fashion model known for her exaggerated style.
Despite such eye-catching attire, Vila had failed to notice when the other had appeared behind her.
"Yo, I came over following the address you gave me." Qiqimora greeted Vila with an indifferent expression, "The overnight trek was utterly exhausting."
"Since when have you been here?" Vila asked, scrutinizing the other with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
"About five minutes now," Qiqimora responded.
"I've warned you before not to sneak into my workshop like this!" Vila exclaimed angrily.
