At No. 192 Xuenan Lake, in the guest reception annex, Jiang Han stood in a washroom even larger than her garden at home, making a mua face at the mirror.
A sweet expression hung on her face, then she wiped at the corner of her mouth with a finger.
"This lipstick is running out even faster than I imagined. Is it because Sea Siren lips are wetter...?"
Click.
Opening her makeup case, Jiang Han quickly touched up her lipstick at a speed she never would have imagined in the past.
"Perfect." Jiang Han wore a darker shade of lipstick that, paired with her complexion, made her look more glamorous and better offset the childishness brought by her features and build.
...She paused again, turned around, and looked over her dress and stockings.
After thinking for a moment, she bent down and tugged the stocking band on her left leg slightly lower. It could not be too neat. In witch high society, dressing too impeccably was actually a breach of etiquette, especially at more private banquets.
Jiang Han, dressed in blue, left the washroom and went around a long corridor to reach the hallway at the front of the banquet hall. There, she spotted the Fox Witch in the smoking room, puffing out clouds of smoke.
She was smoking a peculiar cigarette called "fog smoke," which covered a witch's entire face in haze. It was therefore also known as a "high-quality suicide cigarette"... Miss Fox was entirely wrapped in smoke, with only a pair of fox ears poking through the fog and twitching now and then.
The strange sight made the other witches in the smoking room laugh from time to time. Some curious ones even went over directly to ask whether they could "have some."
She had heard that the