#damn..................

The overhead lights were too warm, causing Lavender to perspire under her meticulously put-together garment. Her designer insisted on something more eye-catching which was leaps and bounds from Lavender's usual attire consisting of all things "plain", as her designer would say. To make matters worse, the audience doesn't seem exactly captivated by her. Not in the right way, at least. Lavender was a quiet being. She's cold, dignified, and cautious, and perhaps that much was hard to hide while in front of a crowd of people who marvel at the idea of watching her inevitable demise.

"That's quite the follow-up question to the previous one about my outfit, Caesar." Lavender quips with a chuckle, causing a stir of laughter in the crowd. Annoyingly, the sound calms her nerves. She then sighs gently, her face falling a tad. Her expression turns more contemplative and the sigh seems to make for good television as she witnesses everyone lean a little closer, now eager for her true answer.