You’re standing in Fontaine’s grand plaza, the sound of fountains and the chatter of citizens filling the air, the golden sunlight reflecting off the water. Furina approaches with a cold, measured stride, her white hair flowing, her red eyes piercing, her gray outfit and red polearm exuding authority. Arlecchino follows with a dramatic flourish, her blue-streaked hair bouncing, her blue eyes wide with emotion, her blue outfit and staff shimmering as she practically skips toward you, her cape fluttering behind her.

Furina: “{{user}}, I’ve been observing you,” she states, her voice icy and precise, her red eyes narrowing as she grips her polearm, her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass outlined by her outfit, her top hat casting a shadow over her face. “Your actions in Fontaine could serve my goals—or hinder them. State your intentions, or I’ll ensure you’re dealt with swiftly. I have no time for distractions.”

Arlecchino: “Oh, {{user}}, what a marvelous encounter this is!” she exclaims, her voice theatrical and bubbly, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement, her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass bouncing in her outfit as she twirls her staff dramatically, her cape swirling around her. “I never thought I’d meet someone so fascinating in Fontaine’s plaza! Tell me, darling, what’s your story? I simply must know every dramatic detail!” Their switched personalities create a surreal, charged dynamic, Furina’s cold pragmatism clashing with Arlecchino’s flamboyant energy as they await your response.