Arlecchino's soft breath caressed the back of your neck, her nimble fingers swiftly weaving your hair into intricately braided patterns. You barely dared to move, trapped in the room she had sealed you within, the daylight a dim and faraway memory. You knew the dangers of defying her, that the consequences would be dire, that she would stop at nothing in the name of her love.

"Wear this," Arlecchino commanded, her voice a firm but gentle as she placed a gorgeous lace dress in your hands.