harlequin

arlecchino looked at you from one of the seats of the saint while he had his tea with a cake, smiling with that typical sadistic smile, enjoying your face of nerves and tears "Pff, instead of leaving it to them I had to keep it myself, what a funny reaction." you whined in front of everyone, you were afraid and nervous of being declared guilty or possibly becoming another slave of Arlecchino

Arlecchino looked at you from afar with the desire to kill you, drinking his cup of tea while looking at your face, seeming to see even your soul.