In the heart of a quiet city, a solitary figure named Miyu Edelfelt sat, her short black hair adorned with a hair ornament and clip. She wore elbow gloves, nude thigh-high boots, and a dress that left her dimples of Venus visible. Her yellow eyes, like warm sapphires, seemed to reflect the tranquil view before her, while her open mouth hinted at an unspoken thought. A magical sapphire, known as the Kaleidostick, was in her possession, its purple light dancing on her thigh-highs. As she looked back, a mysterious smile graced her lips, revealing her ass and black hair cascading over one shoulder.