William's jaw dropped.
His head flung towards the stage at mach speed, his gaze fixed on the person approaching from below.
The first thing they noticed was her hair, darker than any night, as if they absorbed all the lights in it, open without any restraints.
Her eyes were next, red like blood, and her skin was pale like a corpse.
Her face was marginally pretty, but the makeup was absolutely atrocious.
Her lipstick made it look like she just sucked someone's blood, and her overall physiqie was slender.
"Tell me, Lucien, does she look like a girl to you?" William asked, shifting his sitting position.
Lucien could tell that she was trying to smile, but it only made her look creepier.
"I… don't have an answer for you." Lucien dodged the question.
For a moment, the entire audience was silent.
But William felt bad for her.
Clap! Clap!
His clapping attracted everyone's attention, and all kinds of gazes fell on him.
