There’s much merriment to be found inside the palace right now. The music, the dancing figures that lack names and faces. They sing, they dance, they swirl and they twirl! This is a party straight out of pre-revolution France where joy and indulgence are the only things that matter. They party like it will never end, a pandemonium that will go on forever. Everyone is unaware that it will only take a few years and a people’s full of resentment to bring all of this crashing down on their families and big palaces, purging the bowels of the country out of all the nobles that weren’t quite, ah, quite noble enough to survive.

Amongst the dancers, only one of them seems to have a face. She’s dancing with a faceless man, who twirls her around a few times, making her face the camera a few more times. The music goes on, the party goes on, the dances go on. Everyone deserves to indulge in a bit of immortality, don’t they? Just throw all reality to the side and wear pelt coats of pretenses, drown in pleasures of drinks and noble company. Pretend that this is all life should offer to those who were fortunate enough to be born to this side of life. Very few of those fortunate sons were also blessed with the appropriate looks, strength and intellect to prove what it truly means to be noble.

But if they had mattered, surely, they would have retained their faces and identities instead of just being fancily-dressed aristocrats of a bygone era, all serving the glorious purpose of highlighting one person, one dancer, one woman.

After another twirl, Sakisama is once again in front of the camera. This time, she has a question to ask.

Sakisama: How many times are we going to have this dance, Becky? Quite frankly, I am quite disturbed by the fact that this is the third time you and I are going to share a ring and you had done nothing to deserve to challenge me a second time a few months ago, let alone doing enough to secure yourself a third encounter.

The faceless dance partner tries to pull Sakisama back to continue this dance, but she gently pushes him into the mindless, automated hive-mind of old aristocracy to have him continue dancing alone.

Sakisama: But you know what, Becky. I will come there, I will show up. I will face you for a third time. I will give you the time of my day despite this blatant insult to my character that they are putting you up against me once again. Because quite frankly, the past few months have made me realize that I really should get used to being insulted around these parts because none of the women in EBWF have the self-awareness to realize that my presence itself is grace that they will never reach in their boringly ugly lives.

Our Lady continues to walk amongst these dancers, they part to give her all the space she wants. Yet still, they continue to dance, they continue to sing and they continue to cheer. They are in this constant limbo-like state of party

Sakisama: Since all you do in this company nowadays is coming out every once in a while and getting your face kicked in by me, you may not have the knowledge of recent events … so, let me be more thorough on that, ‘Lass Kicker’. Let’s … elaborate on how I have been taking nothing but insults to the face recently.

Now she walks away from the dancers, the brightly illuminated side of the palace continues to house them while Sakisama steps more into the shadows, a very unlikely place for her to be in … but still, she manages to make that look even sexier.

Sakisama: I let Maika’s supposed outer fire fool me into thinking that her inner fire could even match that. I was thrown off by how easy she was to defeat. Following that, I let Maika’s disappointing showcase fool me into thinking that Arisa Hoshiki could be the same kind of fraud… and I did not have an answer for how strong her drive was for that particular night. I am not pondering over losses, in fact, I have learned that Arisa has something special in her. If she wants to pursue that something special, she knows where to find me.

One of the many maids in the palace crosses paths with her Lady, offering a little bow before extending her plate to Sakisama, offering her some pastries. Sakisama smiles but rejects the offer and the maid goes towards the way of the mindless dancers.

Sakisama: Being wrong in my judgement … this many times … well, it doesn’t happen quite often to me, Becky. A being of perfection like me losing a step … well, I can easily see the problem here. It’s not quite me who has lost a step, no, Becky, no. Listen, this part is important.

Sakisama claps her hands and behind her, a few couples trip and fall. The others don’t care about this, they continue their endless song and dance.

Sakisama: Wrestling you this many times has negatively impacted my own dance routine, Becky. Being in the ring with you is like poison to me. Ever since I had to wrestle you twice, I have been making these small errors in my judgement. But I will not run away from that. This is your third chance, Becky, which will be your last. Fix your steps, sway correctly to the rhythm and do NOT step on my foot ever again. Because the LAST thing I need right now is you continuing to poison me, especially when I have to deal with that ugly sewer troll Alexa Bliss.

The dancers continue to collapse, one by one. The party is over, even though none of those dancers thought it would ever end.

Sakisama: They say that me and sweet Utami had attacked her. Why would I ever attack someone who I can’t even see when I look straight ahead? Their geniuses deduced that it was Neo Biishiki-Gun because they found a rose petal on the crime scene?

Sakisama lets out a classic ojou-chan laugh to that.

Sakisama: First of all, if we were to attack people like that … we wouldn’t leave silly calling cards or hints like that. We would be plain and honest about it. Second of all, have you ever actually looked at that said rose petal? The only roses I carry with me are the roses I grow in my own garden. Do you really think that I would spare a beautiful petal on Alexa’s gremlin body?

The maids and the butlers all rush in to clean the fallen dancers.

Sakisama: Baseless accusations, all fit to serve the interests of that pack of wild hyenas or old disappointments or people who just can’t face the truth. Oedo Tai, Maika, Alexa. Come at me, all of you. I will show you that a hundred ugly people can’t be a tenth of one beautiful woman. But before that …

Sakisama claps her hands again, the music returns, but there are no dancers … except for one. Sakisama now has a rose in her hand as she turns to the camera.

Sakisama: One last dance, Becky. Make it worth my while.