Then we are birds of the same feather, I see. Red is the color of passion, of love, of hatred and desire~! But I do ask you call me, Miss, if you please. Just so we are on the same page of this play, hm?
I shall inform him whene-- ....Ahn, it seems he is here.
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I shall inform him whene-- ....Ahn, it seems he is here.