Aeshma let her gaze linger on the piles of dusty parchments and the vats of amniotic fluid that cluttered the corners of the room. Aeshma, whose black silk dress hugged every curve of her sculptural silhouette, paused in front of a blood-stained experimentation table. She ran a delicate hand over a metallic surface, her eyes shining with a hint of disdain.
"This is really... rudimentary for a man of your genius," commented Aeshma in a suave voice tinged with a touch of sarcasm. "I was expecting a more... orderly sanctuary for the only immortal in this world."
Konstantin, who was already handling a vial filled with a fluorescent liquid, stopped abruptly. He shot her a simple glance over his shoulder, a blank look devoid of any human emotion, before diving back into his task without saying a word. The silence that followed was disturbed only by the crackling of a magical Bunsen burner and the low hum of the surrounding machines.
