The twilight sun streamed through the stained glass, casting its glow on Lilith's long hair.
Chloe held the girl's slightly cool fingers, noticing her eartips turning an unusual shade of red.
"Actually..." A hint of a smile flashed in Lilith's eyes, time slipped through his palms, and the air seemed to heat up abruptly, "The way you embraced just now was wrong."
Before Chloe could react, she was pulled into the props room.
The scent from Lilith's hair wafted across her cheeks, and the click of the lock turning in the dark was particularly clear.
"Watch closely..." The Beauty President snapped her fingers, and Fantasy Power lit up the room, "The leading man should support the leading lady's lower back with his right hand, while his left hand..."
Lilith pretended to stagger, falling into Chloe's arms.
She looked up, her eyes shimmering with a dazed expression.
Chloe raised an eyebrow:
"Is this acting?"
"Absolutely not."
Lilith's sultry body leaned against her lover.
