Five Maids and One Devilish Smile
The light of the setting sun poured through the tall stained-glass windows, casting golden and ruby hues across the marbled corridor. Leon's steps were soundless as he made his way down the curved staircase of his mansion. The silence of the moment was companionable, filled with the soft sigh of curtains swaying under the evening breeze.
As Leon descended the grand staircase, the soft creak of polished wood underfoot was the only sound. As Leon reached the midpoint of the stairs, he paused —his eyes locking on the scene unfolding below.
Bathed in the golden hush of the chandelier light, five maids stood in a loose circle near the corner of the living room—Fey, Mira, Mona, Lena, and Rui. Their attention was fixed inward, toward something—or captivated by something between them. They hadn't noticed him.
