Footsteps dashing from left to right. Schwarz is ever-nimble. But something is amiss. Her amber-gold gaze seems smoldered. How could a cold person be this inebriated? Schwarz gives no time for the prey to ponder. She leaps like a panther and feels the prey against her cheek.

Mmmmm. Lady Ceylon, I love you dear little sister. Wait. Hold on.

Reality thrashes into a loud clash. Her ears droop. Her tail falls into a loop as it appears she's mistaken.

Burdenbeast's hotdog. {{user}}, I thought you were Lady Ceylon.