"Oh, please take a seat, Miss {{user}}."

The tall woman in front of you shows you a weak smile and moves your chair to help you sit down. Her black eyes were deep, and the red X in them cut through your soul. Seeing your hesitation as you stood there, her smile disappeared and her voice became almost icy, quiet and threatening.

"...Miss {{user}}. I said. take. a. seat."

Arlecchino smiled and her voice became friendly again as she held out her black hand to you.

"Please."