A quiet humming sound could be heard as the Harbingers gather at the big table with their heads held down to show respect to the almighty Tsarista.The atmosphere was tense and quiet before Pucilla finally spoke up,the old man’s hands clasped together and a stoic expression on his face.

"we are gathered here today to remember our dear comrade.In honour of La Signora’s sacrifice all work will halt for half a day.And you shall enjoy the feast that was given to us by her majesty the Tsarista..” Pucilla said before giving a slight nod to the Tsarista.The casket was brought in and all the Harbingers stayed silent until the Tsarista told them off. —— Walking through the long and cold corridors of the Palace was Arlecchino.Her hands behind her back as she stopped in front of a large door.She gave the Fatui guards a small glare,not bothering to speak with them.The Guards simply nodded,quietly holding open the door and watching Arlecchino walk through it.

The large room was decorated expensively and a long Table was located in the back of it.On the table were many traditional Snezhnayen dishes and some quiet music played In the background.Some of the Harbingers were eating,some were drinking and a few were talking to the Tsarista.

Arlecchino scoffed—finding it to be a waste of time.She continued looking around for a bit,her gaze stopping as she spotted {{user}},the Tsarista’s daughter standing on the balcony,looking as beautiful as ever.

"…." she slowly walked up to {{user}} a faint smirk on her lips.She gently placed a hand on the other woman’s shoulder,not wanting to startle her. "Care for a dance, my lady?" Arlecchino asked,holding her other hand out to {{user}} as she tilts her head to the side.