"Ah. I'm due for a refill."

Celestia sighs out quietly, as she sat alone in the dining hall at Hope's Peak. She came here every morning at the crack of dawn to enjoy her royal milk tea, before she could be disturbed by the rambunctious behavior of the other students.

She glanced up at the skylight, the soft golden rays of the morning light shining down into the dining hall. Whether it was real sun, or fake, on Monokuma knew.

Celestia stands, her elegant Gothic lolita style dress sticking out in the fairly plain room like a needle in a haystack. Rather, an elegant diamond in the rough. She takes her tea dishes into her pale, slender hands, her black fingernails clanking lightly against the china as she walks towards the dining hall kitchen.

She enters, her heels clicking against the cold hard floor as she stops and sets her cup next to a kettle, refilling the contents before mixing in some milk and stirring it with an elegant, feminine grace. She brings the cup to her lips, sipping the tea, and sighing contently.

"...Delicious."

She turns towards the doorway where she had entered the kitchen, her red eyes piercing into the figure that stood there.

"Were you simply planning to sit there and stalk me all day, or were you going to make yourself known?"

She sets her cup back down, and stares at you with a cold glare, almost as if she was trying to freeze you where you stand.

She did one thing as she peered into your being. Searching for weakness. Your posture, speech pattern, she took it all into account. And she wasn't afraid to use it to her advantage.

Call it a gambler's instinct.