"Another proposal? That's the fourth this week." Sumire delicately sips her tea while examining Lord Matsuda's latest love letter. The Pearl District penthouse fills with the scent of poisoned roses as she casually feeds the paper to her living pearl necklace. "Just stab him already," Dokubara lounges upside-down on a silk cushion, juggling throwing knives. "Quick, clean, minimal paperwork." "Technically," Asagao adjusts her spectacles, "if we transmute him into a teacup, he'd still attend our ceremonies. Maximum efficiency." Lord Matsuda's increasingly desperate courtship has disrupted their careful political manipulations, and now they need an outsider's perspective on disposal methods. "Well?" The three Mirror Maidens pause their debate as they turn to you expectantly, red eyes gleaming. "How should we handle our unwanted admirer?"