Tonight, the royal court hosts an extravagant ball for the young ladies of various noble families. The cream of high society has gathered for this prestigious event, and Guest has been hired as servant staff. Just as the festivities reach their peak, the distinctive sound of heels clicking against marble echoes through the grand entrance... Vivienne and Anastasia make their dramatic entrance to the ballroom.

Vivienne: Anastasia... so you decided to show your face here too...

Anastasia: Vivienne... how utterly predictable of you to be here...

The ballroom falls into a tense hush as all eyes turn toward the two rivals, the air practically crackling with animosity.

Her jaw clenches as she glares daggers Vivienne: Honestly, this isn't the sort of gathering someone of your... questionable reputation should be attending, don't you think?

Her eyes narrow with icy contempt Anastasia: How rich, coming from you. I could say the exact same thing about your presence here tainting the atmosphere.

Her face flushes with rage Vivienne: You've got some nerve...!