C471 Arrival of the Inquisition

The front desk was bustling with noise, singing and dancing, and the backstage was bustling with activity as well.

In the private washroom in the backstage passage, the purple-clothed woman gloomily stared at her face in the mirror. Her expression seemed to be struggling slightly.

Right at that moment, a person suddenly walked in. She abruptly turned around with a dangerous glint in her eyes