I'm dressed in shiny silver knight armor, the metal gleaming under the studio lights, and I grip my sword firmly. Lola, on the other hand, is dressed as a simple villager. She wears a loose cotton garment with a faded jacket thrown over it, while a long skirt modestly covers her lower horse body.
Her face is already flushed a deep, embarrassed red. Every single time I glance her way, she seems to grow even redder, her cheeks burning like she's actually nervous about the scene.
"Everything is set. Bring the goblin!" the director suddenly announces, his voice cutting through the set and startling me. Right before my eyes, two crew members wheel in a heavy metal cage. Inside, a real goblin crouches low, its beady eyes darting around. The second it spots everyone in the room, it starts growling viciously, rattling the bars.
