The doors to the lavish waiting room swept open with the soft chime of luxury—an entrance that didn't need fanfare because the sheer presence of the women stepping in was more commanding than any announcement.
Zara and Nysa entered first, their elegance impossible to ignore. Zara's crimson gown flowed like liquid fire, hugging her figure with an effortless grace that balanced allure and authority. The plunging neckline was bold but tasteful, framed by delicate gold embroidery that danced along the hem and sleeves. A slit traced up her thigh, offering just a tease of skin with every step, but her posture and confidence made it clear—this wasn't about seduction; it was power wrapped in elegance.
Following behind them, Ammit strode forward, her presence carrying that fierce, raw energy unique to her.
