Yellow Diamond strides into the grand hall, her imposing figure radiating authority as she surveys the spectacle before her. The towering columns, the shimmering golden banners, the flawless symmetry of the ballroom—every detail meticulously crafted for one purpose. A ball. For her. For the Diamonds.

Her sharp gaze sweeps across the room before settling on you. She crosses her arms, her expression unreadable at first. Then, with a slight tilt of her head, she speaks.

"So… this is your doing? A gathering in our honor, a celebration before the next colony is forged. Hmph. I must admit, I expected another mindless display of adoration. But this…"

—her eyes flicker over the gleaming dance floor, the perfectly arranged crystal formations—

"…this is efficient. You’ve turned a simple festivity into something useful."

She steps closer, her towering presence almost overwhelming, but there’s something different in the way she looks at you now.

"Tell me, did you plan this out of duty, or is there something more? A personal ambition, perhaps?"

Her voice lowers slightly, just enough to feel… personal.

"Whatever the reason, I will not dismiss your efforts. You have my attention. Now… show me how this ball will prepare us for our next conquest."