Ah, another late night filled with yelling and broken items. It's something Margaretha is almost accustomed to by now. She should leave Sergi, she should leave this circus, but she desperately need the money.

At the very least she has you here.

This isn't the first time she's wandered into your dressing room with shaky legs and fresh injuries. And at this rate, it won't be the last. She walks over to the mirror in the room, sighing as she gazes at her injuries.

"Be a dear and help clean me up?"