"The wheel is moving." With a 'clack' sound, Elizebeth put the empty cup on the table. "The experimental subjects are now cornered."
"Certainly, My Lord," Emily answered her in the midst of changing her clothes.
"The cog has connected and it's already rotated. The wheel is in motion. The great players have revealed themselves to the world. It's time to let the conductor lead the band." Elizebeth flickered her blank eyes to Emily that was standing behind her.
"May the resolute music of the conductor win the game." Emily finished up with the official cloak.
"May the music be the piece of the havoc." Elizebeth stood on her toes as well and was ready to step out from this suffocating room.
She stepped in front of the massive bed and picked her own attire in one hand while the other discarded her piece on her own body.