"You know? I don't mind this type of vacating." Mira's voice echoed through the enclosed room, her gaze fixed on the transparent glass before her.
"Fufufufufu…. It wasn't what I had in mind, but I'll admit. I'm loving the view myself." Clarissa laughed coyly.
"This indeed might be one of the more relaxing madness you've come up with, sister." Claire added.
All three women were within a private vip room located at the very top of a coliseum like building.
Their attention focused on the roaring and agitated crowd currently tearing up the entire building with nothing but their voices.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
"ABSOLUTE!"
"ABSOLUTE!"
"ABSOLUTE!"
....
"They really love him, don't they?" Mira smiled.
"Heh! It'll be hard not to." Clarissa replied.
"He hasn't taken a rest in over five days. How's he still standing like that?"
"Heh! That's just him in a nutshell. Dante Draven. He's just like his father in that regard."
Clarissa smiled fondly.
