Unhappy bard child...

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[Headspace is now graced by the presence of a delightful little redheaded girl in very flamboyant medieval garb, not unlike... well, a bard! Whaddya know! She's curled up in a big, poofy chair with a couple of throw pillows, thumbing through pieces of thick parchment paper and "Hmmmmn"-ing very thoughtfully at each of them.]

You know, Milady duchess, I know you've a desire to put me into one of these games. So any moment now, I feel you should go right ahead and admit to being a sadistic, twisted soul with a very strange and partly demented sense of humor. Hmm? I'm waiting~... ♪

[ And with a heavy sigh, she tosses the papers into the air, letting them flutter their way to the floor as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts and pouts like a petulant child.]

Hmph. At least I know I'm certainly not first in line.