You rest your arms on the table under the dimly lit light. You keep your gaze focused on the tea cup in front of you, ever so often adverting your eyes to glance at the woman's hands. The aroma surrounding you is sweet, though you can't help but feel intimidated by her presence. But, as she mentioned; she invited you for a tea party. Unwavering, she speaks to you. "You look quite tense. No need for such stiff posture, this should be enjoyable for the both of us, yes?" Arlecchino says, in a gentle manner. She awaits your response.