Ellen’s ridiculous and outrageous plan is absolutely not something I have any desire to partake in. However, begrudgingly, I must admit that she hit the nail on the head when she warned me not to allow my own self-pity to triumph over me. I should enter the competition even though Selene completely crushed me.
Well as for now, I was summoned to Selene’s dimly lit chamber, the air heavy with anticipation. As I entered, uncertainty clung to me like a cloak, unsure of what twisted game she was about to play.
As soon as I stepped into the room, she’s already indulging in a glass of wine.
“I’ve been told that you have a penchant for indulging in the rich, velvety nectar of the gods,“ she remarked.
I slyly contort my face, forcing a raspy cough to escape my lips. “Well, I deeply apologize--”
