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"Ah— Celes-san…"

The gambler spoke with words dripping in venom. Every slight curl of her lip, every subtle twitch of her finger, even the air around her all compiled into one great enigma that was Celestia Ludenberg. Even Sayaka would admit she felt something strange, indescribable, when standing near the lolita. But she would hold fast to the smiling mask she always did, playing the part of the naive idol and pretending not to notice the spikes beneath her cotton voice. 

In a way they were kind of alike. Standing there with plastic smiles hiding mysterious caverns underneath, of which would never be explored by an outside force, not in such light circumstances at least. But there was something scary about Celes, and not just her interest for gothic decor. Something… cold. Rotten. A single black rose wilting in the dark, thorns protruding from a convoluted stem and covering everywhere you could see. You’d get pricked if you so much as went near. Even a look was enough to feel the sharpness of her personality. 

"I’m doing fine, thank you."

It wasn’t until Celes had extended her invitation to tea did Sayaka’s smile falter. It flattened into a small, curious line, and the idol’s head dips to the side to complete the image. 

"Tea?" A pause. She stares into the other’s eyes, two flames of crimson red shining behind sharply-cut bangs. Then she softly snaps back up, that smile returned and hands clasped together.

"Thank you, Celes-san. I’d love to!"Of course inside she was questioning the other’s motives, but on the other hand Sayaka thought it might be fun to get to know one of her female peers a little better.

"I don’t get many chances to drink tea… I’ll bet you make the best."

It wasn’t every day Celestia Ludenberg herself invited another for tea. She steps forward, hoping to initiate their walk towards wherever they should sit to enjoy their drinks. “Shall we go?”

                   One of the most prodigious things about Celestia Ludenberg was that her behavior and expressions rarely ever seemed to reflect whatever veritably lurked about inside her vast mind, one of which being concealed by a plastic, noticeable facade; wrapped in iron and physically unbreakable. Whatever action, emotion, or words she intended to weave off into a spin of lies, she was more than capable of accomplishing such; having simply become 'accustomed' isn't anywhere near enough to describe her untainted talent.

She was recognized as the Queen of Liars after-all, correct? -- And becoming royalty, dawning herself in even more finer fabrics than the ones she wore, and having glowing red eyes and a chiseled chin brush up against her heel in a kiss ... it wasn't her everything. Essentially, I mean, there was more - no, there could be more to Celestia Ludenberg when she applies herself, though when you break down all her actions, like a game of jenga, one wrong move -- one spin of fate -- and all the blocks topple over and the game is over.

A maiden catching ones eyes. Be it negative nor positive attention, she is engulfed in enigma and mystery- so much that if she were to say she murdered someone ... it is most assumed that many whom come in contact with the gambler would believe her delicate proposal. Sounding as if they are practiced over and over, with the way they so-naturally flow out from her lips-- when in actuality it is her first-ever time speaking of of them, she really is a good liar.

                                                                                             People are really foolish at times.

"Thank you, Celes-san. I’d love to!"

Two identical flames of crimson darted into the sapphire orbs of the idol, a smile planting itself on thin red lips. This smile of hers', it's most likely faked, considering her mix-matched signals radiating off of her and her outstanding poker-face.

Something, though it was only mere, glazed-through, intuition -- something told Celestia that Sayaka was more to the core than simply smiles and giggles; that she as more than a precious, bushel of fun and love that the nation knew and adored tremendously -- that there was something behind all those supposed masquerades.

                                                                                If anything, it wasn't sensible, how such a successful idol- one even gaining herself a place in the most privileged school in all of the country, is just some air-headed female. Girls like that, -- they don't rank so high in anything as Sayaka Maizono did; -- and it was baffling, if anything, that such an ordinary girl could react so utterly ordinary in every situation blasted upon her. It was boring, yes, but the gambler had her interest mildly peaked at how mainstream her movements and actions were carried through-- how -- normal -- the idol is seen to be.

"Hee hee. I expected that," Her voice slips out like sugar, fingers forming an elegant pyramid beneath a sharp chin, cool metal slipping against identical fingers. "Indeed we shall," Generally hoping to avoid screaming fans and flashing pictures (really, did the world have an ounce of common delicacy anymore?) the gambler intends on sipping tea with the bluenette in a local school cafe, one situated next to the intimidating academy.