Vinea stood at the edge of her bed, various outfits and dresses hanging beside her and over the quilt. She remained silent, thinking to herself, while tapping her fingers against her leg and sighing.
"What would look best..."
She was unsure what to wear... It felt strange, something that had never happened before she came here. She had been a princess before, with servants who chose everything for her, but the excitement of meeting Asmodeus after a short time apart filled her with glee and the desire to shock him.
Though she knew his feelings, it made her heart flutter and gave her the courage to push forward.
Due to the large number of women, it was extremely rare to meet Asmodeus alone or with just one other person present; thus, this was like a godsend even though the situation was dangerous. Her uncle no longer himself but Mephisto, the fact that he knew about their plans and even targeted Simon...
Yet to Vinea, the biggest thing was surely meeting her beloved.
