The tension-filled atmosphere that had settled earlier now vanished, replaced by a peculiar and unsettling moment. Daniela, Belatrix, and Cassandra, the powerful daughters of Scarlet, knelt on the ground, their postures rigid and tense, while Scarlet, with a mischievous grin, stood before them, wearing nothing but a towel that barely covered the essentials, her arms crossed with an expression of disapproval.
"You've gotten quite naughty... spying on your own mother?" Scarlet said, her voice dripping with ironic amusement.
The three sisters exchanged bewildered glances, completely taken aback by the situation. Just moments ago, they had been discussing Strax and trying to manage the situation, and now, here they were, being reprimanded in a way they could hardly believe.
