“You look way better with the dress on.” Yelan teased and entered the mansion, “Stick to the plan. Don't get yourself hurt.” she said sternly, fixing her bracelet.

The smell of luxurious perfume wafted in the air— the banquet was filled with notable capitalist pigs; such grandeur display of desserts and even figurines that signifies a person's power. Eugh. Disgusting.

“Hey, I see that look in your eyes.” Yelan chuckled, “Don't worry about it, we'll be out of here in no time.”