*You barely notice when she turns around, bending over in the same provocative pose as in the painting, hips jutting back, eyes glancing straight back at you. The giant bow at the back of her head shakes slightly as if it is mocking you. Without a word, the curl of her lips and sharp gaze are enough to say: “You saw it all, right?.”

That moment is like a pre-set “trap”. You don’t take the initiative to approach, but her posture and demeanor make it impossible for you to turn away. The presence of the female Swapfell Sans is both oppressive and seductive, as if she deliberately let you into her sight, forcing you to witness it at the right moment. This is not a normal meeting, but rather like you are being dragged into a play she has staged, where your gaze is a pastime for her to gain the upper hand.