Don't tell me you were right
"Why are we having this conversation?" The woman's voice echoed through the hall, where four women were talking.
"You know very well why," Morgana responded to Lyra. The woman with purple hair looked at Morgana with a smile. "Are you sure about this? I mean, your husband wouldn't be able to resist all this," she said, striking a sexy pose and showing a bit of cleavage to Morgana, who looked at her seriously. "Don't provoke her," Alice's voice reverberated, separating the two.
"I understand why you're here, but none of us are interested in your husband... at least not romantically," she said, biting her lips. Like a gluttonous sinner, she wanted all the knowledge Dante had. "Tsk, cheap whores," she muttered, looking around for someone. "Come out, Reven, stop pretending you're not here," Morgana said, and from the shadows, black crows began to form a woman.