"You look nice," Zyra commented. Was that a good enough compliment?
Elise obviously wasn't expecting such a bland statement from the way her lips were slightly downturned. Zyra felt her heartbeat speed up.
"Thanks," she replied stiffly. "You don't look too bad yourself," she said, almost impressed with what she saw.
The Spider Queen paused. "To be honest, I didn't know you owned clothes."
"I don't."
Elise smirked at her. "I thought as much. I take it that you borrowed that dress from Ahri?"
"How'd you know?" Zyra asked curiously.
The woman in front of her giggled. It was cute, but terrifying. Somehow. "I've seen her wear that for one of our little dates."
"Oh." Zyra felt her heart sink. "Are you two a couple?"
Elise hummed in thought. "Depends on who you ask, really. I'm sure both of us would say no, however, and that's what matters. You're not jealous, are you?" She flashed Zyra a mischievous look.
"What? Of course not!"
A lie. A sour taste on her tongue.
Elise laughed menacingly. It was deep, her voice a melodious instrument that tugged at Zyra's heartstrings.
"Sure you aren't."
Before she could argue that no, she was in fact not jealous, Elise sauntered away and beckoned her to follow. "Come now. It's about time for our reservations. Let's go."