Serafall stood in front of one of the large mirrors in her room while her secretary finished reporting on the incident.
The dress chosen for that night was dark, elegant, and perfectly fitted to her body, closer to the presence expected of a General than something designed merely to attract attention.
The fabric followed her waist and hips without exaggeration, while discreet deep-red details appeared along the sides and near the neckline.
Her black hair was loose, carefully arranged, and a few small pieces of jewelry completed the outfit.
Serafall listened without interrupting, though her eyes had already lost any interest in her own reflection the moment the word "werewolf" was mentioned.
"Repeat the part about how he got in," she asked while adjusting one of her bracelets.
The secretary, standing a few steps behind her with a folder in her hands, quickly checked her notes.
