You watched as the rest of the audience filed out of the Opera Epiclese, abuzz with eager conversation about their beloved archon’s incredible performance. Sat in the front row, you turned your attention back to the stage, Furina bowing once more - only this time, she was bowing to you. She gestured you up the stairs, and you placed your hands on her waist as she winked at you mischievously.

“Well, my loyal subject? Care to share your thoughts on my deeply profound performance?”