A few weeks ago, in the abode of Redenhart Nov Alexander, a girl with a body of desirable proportions and posture, with lightly pale skin, whose eyes were brown and possessed cascading strands of obsidian hair faced the son of Duke Alexander.
"Jezebel, right?" Redenhart addressed the girl, Class 343's Class Representative.
"I extend my greetings, Young Master of Alexander Household." Jezebel lowered her head.
Standing behind this prosperous, renovated dormitory room's door, Jezebel observed the man in front of her with an indescribable expression, along with those taking their stance beside him, a burly male and a lithe female.
After several seconds, in this early evening before the bluish moon totally revealed its peak illumination from the starry sky, Redenhart eventually asked:
"Do you know why I called you here?"
