In the club's second-floor card room, one gifted witch after another held wineglasses and chatted in small, intimate groups like close girlfriends, accompanied by the lilting notes of a violin.
As Qin Shunying looked at this gathering of gifted witches, she felt a rare stir of excitement in her heart.
Elegant. High-society socializing.
These talented witches all possessed beautiful appearances, a feast for the eyes.
This beautiful scene was precisely the driving force behind Qin Shunying's determination to squeeze into high society—or rather, the sense of history and elegance pursued by all witches who had grown tired of playing around in the middle and lower circles.
She could not help but tilt her head back slightly in intoxication, a glass held in her hand.
Qin Shunying's first criterion in selecting gifted witches was, naturally, that they had to be talented enough. Second, they needed some innate, traditional elegance in their bones. Lastly came their appearance.
Witches with a cooler aesthetic displayed equally elegant bearing in such refined settings... Once again, Qin Shunying felt proud of her own discerning eye.
No matter how irritating these young witches could be normally, no matter how full of strange ideas they were, once they entered a setting like this, their nature became one of elegance, quietness, and sisterly best-friend affection.
She lost herself in the scene once more, before her gaze shifted toward the dining table.
Miss Jiang Han, sweet-looking and delicately charming, had already obediently begun on her sixth cheese-and-cream baked lobster.
Her movements remained broadly elegant. Her beautiful Eternal Ice Eye glimmered from time to time as she slurped up the cheese-baked lobster meat in one gulp. Her small mouth took a bite, and from the outside, her cheeks puffed out slightly like some sort of hamster's. Then she chewed blissfully a