Annabelle seemed unaware of anything and simply said, "Izelle is also of Demigod Level. She specially came from the Scavvy Continent this time and plans to stay until the end of the auction. The Wendler Clan is an ancient family with a long heritage; you might want to chat with them more."
After saying that, she winked at Duke and excused herself.
The band changed to another, slower tune at this moment. Izelle turned to face Duke, her amber eyes reflecting the silver candlelight like honey.
She raised her glass, tilting it slightly towards him, "The first time I knew about you was from the Arcane Mage Monthly. Later, I heard from Annabelle that you had come, and I didn't believe it," she chuckled, "Having met you in person now, I think that article was too modest."
As she spoke, the hem of her skirt caught the wind, brushing against his leg, seemingly both accidental and intentional.
A glimpse of her white leg flashed within the dark skirt hem and then was concealed again.
