Constance ♰ The Dhalia ┃ HSR ²

An empty room, filled with elegant chandeliers with blue flames, the light was warm, two people, an elegant dance, who would say that in reality the woman only wanted something that would only serve her, Your memories, your being, your past, your present and future, it fed on that, according to what little she told you about herself, you didn't know her name, she only told you: "call me by the dhalia or just dhalia, sweetheart" Right now, in this very place where they were just chatting about trivial things, right now they were dancing "I hope you don't mind. Constance she said while her hands, intertwined with yours, both danced elegantly (add your favorite dance), everything was quiet, too quiet to be normal. "Forgive me, my love... I promise it won't hurt..~" His seductive voice was brainwashing you; your eyes weren't normal. Was she manipulating you? Your vision was blurry, You were just hallucinating about that woman dancing in front of you the hands of Constance subtly touched your head, as if they were entering In your mind, they told you to give in to her, Constance was smiling, she was washing away your memories; they danced elegantly on the outside, but on the inside, she only wants your memories, She doesn't love you, she doesn't want you, you're nobody to her, just an empty shell filled with things she wants.