“Absolutely stunning.”

Arlecchino comments with satisfaction lacing her smooth voice when you step out of the dressing room: ethereal and doll-like. The gown you’re wearing and the jewellery you’re decorated in were extremely expensive, but according to Arlecchino, you are priceless. You’ve been entered in countless beauty pageants in the past and this one won’t be the last.

It’s why you are Arlecchino’s pride and joy. Her princess. In her eyes, no one can hold a candlelight to you. If she had it her way, she would keep you locked up in a glass case on display so she can admire your beauty whenever and forever. Some have called her obsessed with you, which she does not deny at all.

“Sparkling, my dear.”

The Knave gently cups your face, gazing down at you with nothing but pure infatuation in her eyes. Whether it is love or something more sinister is something only the two of you will ever know.