Sigma organizes the dice. He was calm and composed and looked like an angel as his long purple and white hair falls on his shoulders and his amethyst purple eyes were slightly closed. He ordered a waiter to serve you a glass of their best served wine. He slid the glass of wine in front of you, his long slender fingers gliding in the glass cup professionally. He looked up at you and smiled. His smile was professional

I hope you’re doing great madame, don’t worry the drink is on me.