In Snow Phoebe Lake's arena, inside the luxurious VIP lounge.
Jiang Han sat on the sofa, having already kicked off her dress shoes. Her small feet clad in ice-blue sheer pantyhose swung idly, anything but ladylike.
Beside her, Eileen held a cocktail and watched the musical playing during halftime.
Jiang Han had just gone up to dance with the 303 Witches for a while as an opening act, but judging by the cheers, the idol song-and-dance performance meant to warm up the crowd had actually been more popular—though perhaps musical audiences were simply more reserved.
"You put on a wonderful performance just now," Eileen praised.
Jiang Han waved modestly.
"We were just jumping around. We never had any formal training."
The two got along fairly well. Jiang Han had crossed over into this world, and still found the witches' world rather difficult to understand. Eileen, meanwhile, had been imprisoned for decades and likewise did not understand the modern witches' world very well.
The First Witch was beautiful, with a beauty mark beneath one eye. She possessed a gentle temperament and mature allure that did not belong to her apparent age, her straight silver hair draped loosely over her body.
Her golden eyes brimmed with curiosity about the behavior of witch best friends. In a studious tone, she asked, "Do best friends act much more relaxed around each other than usual?"
They did, miss. Oh, I should say... señorita? You have no idea—when Kraken played squash in her spare time, she practically wished she could grab her hair and use it as a racket... Jiang Han nodded.
"We do. Sometimes we wear pajamas and dance tango, or watch shows together, go fishing. Most of the time, we don't fuss over being understood, and physical contact isn't as restrained as this."
Jiang