Chapter 134: Sharon

The woman in the purple dress was also surprised by Enya’s candor.

She gave an awkward smile and said, “Now it’s your turn to ask a question.”

Enya’s gaze locked onto the woman in the purple dress.

“I’d like to know, what is the relationship between the Lord of Mist Church and the Lord of White Stone City?”

“This… please allow me to think for a moment.”

The woman in the purple dress faced Enya’s eyes, which appeared to hold nothing special, yet she had a strange sense of being seen through.

However, this was within acceptable bounds, so she didn’t try to stop Enya from staring.

She lowered her slender, beautiful eyes in thought, swirling her wine glass as she pondered, taking a long time to consider the question.

As each second ticked by, Sophia watched the two’s expressions closely, trying to absorb any knowledge that might be useful in the human world.

Is this considered knowledge?

Sophia wasn’t sure, but she figured she might as well learn!

At last, the woman in the purple dress let out a long breath and raised her wine glass to her lush red lips. The rosy lips parted gently, touching the thin glass.

The clear, ruby-red wine, as the glass tilted, slowly flowed between her slightly parted lips.

After a small sip, her face bloomed with a flirtatious smile, but this clearly had no effect on Enya.

The woman in the purple dress said calmly,

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that. For this question, I’ll pay one hundred Empire Coins.”

“All right.”

Enya nodded lightly.

For questions you don’t want to answer, you could “pass” with coins—this was within the rules, and Enya didn’t try to raise the price.

One hundred coins was already a lot.

Besides, the fact that the other party dodged the question conveyed its own information. Though on the surface this was a transaction, in essence, it was a game of strategy.

The woman in the purple dress had come prepared, but Enya’s directness threw her off balance, making it hard to keep control.

She avoided the question because she didn’t want to keep dancing to Enya’s tune.

Enya leaned back into the sofa, her face composed as she scrutinized the woman across from her, her gaze unashamed and direct.

The woman’s chestnut hair was coiled at the back of her head, with a few stray strands neatly arranged.

Her face, adorned in glamorous makeup, radiated the allure of a mature woman.

Her form-fitting purple dress accentuated her graceful curves, the full and ample bosom tightly constrained.

Enya stared openly, making no effort to conceal it, then said teasingly,

“I’d like to know your name, ma’am. That counts as a question too.”

The woman in the purple dress froze.

After a while, she recovered, her smile unchanged, and said, “You can call me Sharon.”

“Hello, Miss Sharon, I’m very pleased to meet you.”

Enya straightened up, extending her hand with her chin slightly raised, offering Sharon a gentle smile, completely different from her earlier elusive expression.

It was strikingly clear, making the goodwill behind it impossible to miss.

But perhaps it was too obvious, causing both Sophia and Miss Sharon to wonder.

What is she doing?

Why the sudden shift in attitude—what’s her play now?

Sharon had no time to analyze further; she couldn’t just leave Enya’s hand hanging, so she followed Enya’s lead and extended her own.

This woman’s hand was so soft.

Enya gripped Sharon’s hand, but did nothing more—just gave it a simple squeeze to feel it.

Of course, it wasn’t because Enya was taken by Sharon’s beauty; she simply wished to establish a sustainable and ordinary cooperative relationship with this woman who hid her talents.

After Sharon withdrew her hand, she lingered on the touch, but still couldn’t figure out Enya’s true intentions.

She didn’t overthink it—overanalyzing isn’t a good habit—so she maintained her smile.

Since Enya’s question counted, it was now Sharon’s turn.

“How should I address you?”

Sharon returned with an equivalent question, and notably didn’t ask Sophia’s name—she only wanted a name for Enya.

After sitting down again, Enya picked up her glass, drained it, licked the wine from her lips, and said,

“Just call me Ain, Miss Sharon.”

“Miss Ain.”

“No, no need for ‘Miss,’ I prefer just my name.”

“Then Ain, you should just call me Sharon, too, right?”

“Sure, you’re a little older than me, so how about I call you Sister Sharon?”

“That… that’s fine. Then, Ain, little sister?”

“Mhm, Sister Sharon~.”

Enya broke into a radiant smile, her eyes fixed on Sharon’s face, then drifting to her ample bosom.

Enya looked curious and asked Sharon across from her,

“Sister Sharon, you have such a great figure. Isn’t it tiring to be so big?”

“It is, honestly, pretty exhausting.”

Sharon sighed, then began to tell Enya about the inconveniences of being so large—like how sleeping could make breathing difficult.

Their conversation soon turned to private garments, then to general fashion, then to makeup.

Calling each other ‘sister’ and ‘little sister,’ they seemed to get along famously.

Sophia, watching from the side, was left bewildered.

She stared blankly at Enya, then moved from her seat to sit right next to Sharon.

The two women now sat close together, holding hands and chatting happily.

And all the topics they discussed were completely alien to Sophia, the Elf lady—she couldn’t interject at all!

She knew nothing about makeup, or fashion, or the small things of daily life—others always did those for her.

Seeing Enya ignore her and laugh with someone else left Sophia with a strange discomfort in her heart.

She didn’t quite understand what this feeling was, only that she wanted to pull her senior away from that infuriating human woman.

But remembering that Enya seemed to be busy with something important, Sophia had to hold back and simply gaze longingly at Enya and Sharon’s friendly interaction.

Senior, what are you doing?

Senior, look at me!!!

Enya clasped Sharon’s hands, speaking earnestly to her.

“I’m so glad to have met Sister Sharon.”

“So am I. Meeting little sister Ain must be my good fortune.” Sharon covered Enya’s hand with her other one.

No matter what thoughts stirred beneath the surface, at least “Ain” and “Sharon” could be considered sisters now—even if only on the surface, sisters are still sisters. And once a relationship is established…

Enya finally bared her fangs.

“By the way, Sister Sharon, if you ever run into trouble, be sure to let me know. Even if I can only share a little of your burden, I’d be happy to help.”

“Mhm, if that day comes, I’ll definitely come trouble you, little sister Ain.”

Having accomplished her goal, Enya called out to the dazed Sophia, intending to leave Golden Town and wait at the inn for Sharon’s news.

But Sharon held her back.

She gazed fondly at Enya, then, with a hint of mystery, said,

“Don’t be in such a hurry to leave, little sister Ain. There’s about to be an auction here. I think both you and this Elf lady would be quite interested.”

Sharon emphasized the word “Elf.”

Enya caught Sharon’s underlying meaning and smiled at her.

“Since Sister Sharon is so warmly inviting me, how could I possibly refuse?”

“That’s good, that’s good~”

Sharon pulled Enya back into her seat, while, in her heart, she muttered to herself.

This woman’s words are all tricks—did she study under a fox spirit?

Damn, she’s a handful!