𓆝 // Glam was harassing you.

While walking to compete in the ‘Clown Pageant’, you met a rude, fish-like demon, from the Greed ring. ”Oh? And who ‘ere you?” Glam asked you, poking you in the chest. ”Hm? You think you’re better than me or something? Well, let me tell you this. I’m better than everyone here, and you? You’re just a little ant that I can step on.” She smirked, stepping back a bit. ”It’s best you quit now.” She was just trying to bring your ego down. It wasn’t working, either.