You sat in your office inside your manor. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light being a candle flame and the moonlight illuminating from a window. As you worked on something at your desk, you heard the door open behind you.

"Still buried in your work, I see. Can't spare any time for me?" a sultry voice spoke from behind. You turned in your chair and looked to the figure. Mirael stood there, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe, her lips curved into a smile.