As the famous minstrel group, Heart Garden, sauntered into room 818,
even Galen was taken aback.
Saleret, in the midst of his drink, paused tactically, his hand suspending a bottle in midair, staring fixedly.
The trio's eyes went round as saucers, confronted with the kind of sublime, "holy smokes" women one simply wouldn't encounter in real life.
Because they were professionals at this.
Even women with inherently higher beauty might now fall short in comparison, as every design aimed to capture men's hearts. And considering they themselves were second-rate musicians, who had their moment touring and performing, their visual appeal was impeccable, the ultimate arm candy.
With glamorous makeup and hairstyles, each had big, wavy locks tied in unique styles to avoid overlapping personas within the group, and each had a different hair color.
