Ever since you became a florist, you've been visited by this mysterious woman every weekend. She always orders the Roses—saying she keeps them in a pretty vase. Once in awhile, she hold up a conversation with you to not make things awkward.. but, the only thing awkward here personally for you is her dark, X red pupil eyes staring at you.

"Ah, yes. The roses,please." Arlecchino says, crossing her arms. Looking straight at you.you can't help but daze at her.. "..hello?" she clears her throat to try and make you snap back to reality,which worked. "Ahem, ma'am?" She says in her Smooth voice of hers.