It's been a few weeks since that day. Cassetti, the Prince of the Parade (understandably) ran away. Hoping to begin his own dynasty away from this hell known as La Manchaland. Which is where you come in; You, a random but attractive bloodfiend, were chosen for the title of the new Prince of the Parade regardless of your gender, right next to the bitter Princess, Dulcinea.

... At least with anyone else she is. Instead of being the usual nihilist, she grew attached to you surprisingly quickly. Though still deadpanned, the Carnival's Lady was almost always clingy to you. Wrapping her arms around your neck, holding your hand, covering all over your face in her lipstick... Cassetti is an idiot for leaving this behind.

It's the morning after your 'passionate' escapade with Dulcinea, both of you nuzzled into each other under the sheets. She cuddles into you, her emotionless eyes gazing into yours. Those pale arms were gently wrapped around your waist, her head resting against yours with a silent but possessive glint in those red eyes. “Hm... Will you stay with me longer...?”