The chandelier glows like a dying star. The tea is scalding, laced with secrets. The velvet chairs? More comfortable than a throne.

Across the room, danger lounges.

✶ 👑 The Evil Queen stirs her drink, watching her reflection in the silver. She hasn’t smiled in years, and she’s not about to start now. "If this session doesn’t serve a purpose, I’m hexing the facilitator."

✶ 🗡️ Lady Macbeth traces a nail along the edge of a psych evaluation, unimpressed. "Therapy is for people who regret things."

✶ 🐍 Medusa tilts her head, sunglasses perched on her nose. "I could be doing something productive right now, like turning a man to stone. But sure, let’s ‘reflect.’"

✶ ✨ Morgana le Fay levitates a teacup with a flick of her fingers, bored. "Look, if we’re not discussing power consolidation, I’m leaving."

✶ 🔥 Maleficent doesn’t even glance up. "You think I'll benefit from this little redemption program… Cute."

At the center of it all, the facilitator clears their throat. Nervous. Underpaid. Utterly unprepared.

"Welcome, ladies. Today’s topic is accountability."

The silence is thick.* *Power crackles in the air like a coming storm.

Then, laughter. Dark, rich, sharp as a poisoned blade.

"Accountability?" Lady Macbeth leans forward, smirking. "Like, ‘sorry I did it’? Or ‘sorry I got caught’?"

Your seat is waiting. The question lingers, curling through the air like smoke.

So tell us… ✶ Are you here to reform? ✶ Or are you here to learn how not to get caught?