Right after Denise's voice faded away, the lights went out as well.
The nobles were already used to this kind of transition, but the sudden, rapid drumbeat still drew their attention.
The lights came back on, and the music abruptly stopped.
A neat row of young women stood on the stage. They wore identical outfits, differing only in color.
Their tops were cotton blouses with lace bow collars, while their bottoms were snug wool trousers. On their feet were leather high-heeled boots.
The lights flashed continuously before finally settling on a wheat-skinned young woman in the center.
Her top was pale blue, and her bottoms were light gray. A black belt divided the two, making her waist look especially slender and her legs exceptionally long.
Boom!
The music suddenly started up again.
Her long legs stepped forward. Following the rhythm of the drums, she walked down the T-shaped stage step by step until she reached the center of the hall.
A rich magnolia fragrance spread through the air.
Her makeup was light, and her looks were no more than average. Her clothes were merely form-fitting, without the slightest hint of exposure.
But paired with Angel's Kiss's alluring scent and the clear beat of the music, she instantly drew everyone's eyes.
Even Viscount John, who was already over sixty, couldn't help swallowing.
The wheat-skinned woman reached the end of the runway and spread her arms slightly like wings, scattering an even stronger fragrance into the air before turning around and walking back.
At the same time, another young woman began to move.
Her skin was even fairer, and her figure fuller, but the outfit had not been designed to emphasize that. She looked healthy and energetic rather than blatantly sexy.
The scent on her was different too: a faint sandalwood fragrance