Chapter 59

Compared to the spacious activity room, Amelia's art studio had quite a few things.

For example, a wooden dining table that was two meters long, with several pots of fresh red roses placed on top.

Although Ifia didn't know why the studio needed such a large table, upon closer observation, the gaps carved into the tabletop were filled with gold infusion and adorned with small, colorful gemstones as decorations, making the surface incredibly smooth.

The scent of money was overwhelming!

No wonder they say art needs money to reflect its value, and it turned out to be true.

Perhaps because Amelia was no different from usual, or maybe because there were only the two of them in the studio, Ifia suddenly didn't feel nervous. It was like being very anxious before an exam, but strangely calm after the exam.

What had to come would always come.

Ifia thought that instead of worrying too much, it was better to just go for it!

She was ready to dedicate herself to art!

Seeing Ifia's determined expression, somewhat tragic, Amelia couldn't help but smile. She then spoke to console her, "Ifia, don't be nervous. The president exaggerated a bit earlier."

To divert Ifia's attention, Amelia, while preparing art materials and pigments, started talking about a topic Ifia was interested in.

For example, the last thing the president mentioned in the activity room.

"Aren't you curious about why the best artwork from this internal activity will become a masterpiece in the imperial art scene?"

As expected by Amelia, just throwing out the bait made Ifia forget everything else. Subconsciously sitting up straight, she assumed the best listening posture.

Indeed, she was very curious and wanted to know the reason!

However, there were quite a few people in the activity room just now, making it inappropriate to ask directly on the spot. By the time Ifia and Amelia arrived at the studio, the ideal opportunity to inquire had already passed.

Always felt that sensitive issues like this shouldn't be brought up easily.

Now that Amelia took the initiative to talk about it, Ifia, the curious onlooker, certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.

Facing Ifia's instantly brightened eyes, Amelia began to explain the reasons, "I believe you've heard about the uniqueness of the Pulis Academy Art Club. Once you join the art club, you can become a master in the art world, gaining fame throughout the Sith Empire. Therefore, every year, many nobles wish to join."

"However, the selection process for the art club is very strict. Only those with a family title of Earl or above are allowed."

"Additionally, family strength and background are crucial, ensuring that one won't be eliminated in the second round of selection."

Amelia didn't directly explain, instead starting from the beginning and narrating in detail.

Ifia sat obediently, like an elementary school student, with her soft black hair scattered behind her. Her round apricot eyes sparkled with curiosity. Her honest and well-behaved appearance made one want to gently pat her head.

Watching Ifia like this, Amelia hastened her hands to tidy up the pigments and continued, "The final selection determines individual abilities, but here, the ability isn't about artistic painting. It's about assessing whether one meets the standard abilities to enter the political circle."

"The political circle?"

"Yes, instead of calling it an art club, it's more like a cradle for cultivating politicians. However, these are unwritten rules. On the surface, it's still a club primarily focused on art, and even if you pretend, you must possess painting skills. Therefore, even after joining the art club, you cannot let your guard down, or you might be expelled if you fail to meet the requirements."

After finishing her explanation, Amelia had also prepared the pigments and was ready to start painting.

"In that case, does the art club require its members to have master-level painting skills?"

Ifia couldn't help but be amazed. Are clubs like this so complicated now?

If it were her, she'd probably be kicked out within a day.

"Oh no, the best artwork selected in the internal activity has to undergo a second round of adjustments. The final presentation may look different from the initial creation. Ifia, please rest assured, I don't plan to participate in this activity."

After answering Ifia's questions, Amelia also selected the background she wanted to paint.

Leading Ifia to the dining table, she played around with a few poses like manipulating a doll. However, she wasn't very satisfied afterward, feeling that there should be even more stunning poses.

However, these could be discussed later. For now, they needed to proceed according to the plan.

Amelia didn't dwell on it and turned around, opening a hidden wall wardrobe and began selecting suitable clothing.

Continuing to explain, she said, "Ifia, you're so adorable. I don't want others to see you like this!"

Hearing Amelia complimenting her as cute, Ifia resisted and resisted but couldn't help the curve of her mouth from turning upwards.

Darn it, Amelia was really good at talking, making her feel flirted with every time!

While Ifia chuckled inwardly, Amelia had also picked out the model's costume.

Turning to face Ifia, she then unfolded the white dress in her hands and asked for Ifia's opinion, "Is it okay to wear this dress?"

Ifia was stunned, her eyes widening.

Looking at the dress, she couldn't make a sound…

Amelia's sense of aesthetics was on point, and the chosen dress was indeed beautiful. But was the fabric a bit too little?

The cloth in front only had two strips intersecting, and why was the dress so short that it revealed the thighs at a glance?

"Ifia, you are as pure as an angel and should look great in a white dress."

Amelia seemed oblivious to Ifia's dilemma, speaking sincerely with genuine eyes. However, even the system playing dead could hear the scheming going on in her mind.

Indeed, a demon was a demon, and no matter how well it hid, it couldn't change its wicked nature.

Compared to humans, demons actually had stronger desires.

Demons who aren't particular indulge in promiscuous activities, while those who are more discerning choose their preferred sacrifices and then play recklessly until they've had their fill, eventually devouring the person once they've played them to death.

Demons like the Villainess, who doesn't have to worry about hunger issues, have desires other than just appetite. However, despite the numerous records of the world collapsing, the Villainess has never had intimate contact with any humans, almost like an extreme celibate.

Even when faced with the seduction of sexy demons, the Villainess remains impassive. She tears bold demons into pieces and throws them to other demons to devour.

It can be said that she is an eccentric demon.

She is the kind of demon with an unparalleled aversion to desires, a being that sits calmly without any tumultuous desires, almost like an emotionless machine, completely devoid of the intense desires for debauchery typically associated with demons.

However, now, the true colors are finally revealed!

Just like now, she is using sweet words to deceive the foolish host!!!

Demons detest angels the most. During the conflicts between the two races, when demons capture angel prisoners, they usually tear their clothes and engage in unspeakable acts, reveling in excitement as they watch the angels cry and struggle beneath them.

So, when the Villainess suddenly starts praising angels, those who understand the hidden meaning get it.

Foolish host, don't be deceived. She's just lusting after your body!

Please don't put on that dress!!!