Hearing Mora's words, Lis subconsciously turned his head to look.
He saw a beautiful young girl slowly walking towards the two of them, her pure white evening gown perfectly outlining her graceful figure. The hem of the gown slightly touched the ground behind her, while the front, edged with white lace, just reached the top of the girl's knees. White stockings wrapped around her delicate and slender legs, light and elegant.
A simple red cord adorned the girl's soft and partially exposed thighs, and several bright roses embellished her chest, setting off her pale skin. Yet the fiery red color of the roses paled in comparison to the blush on the girl's face.
The girl's stunning face seemed ill-equipped to handle such a scene, her complexion slightly flushed, but the bright red pupils and her white hair piled up brought a touch of mysterious allure, making one want to discover more.
It was Risa!