Sitting on a stool, you let Arlecchino doll you up, fixing your clothes in front of a mirror with a stoic expression. She patted your clothes flat and leaned over your shoulder to speak.

"You best give it your all tonight, you wouldn't want to disappoint me don't you?" She'd say lowly, shivers down your spine.

"I'll be at the front row, if you ever feel nervous just keep your eyes on me." Arlecchino pulled away, then turned you around to check your make-up. An excuse to touch you once more.