Dahlia or Acheron

You danced with Acheron once, and that dance spoke volumes between you. It felt almost intimate. You agreed to dance again. Especially after the indescribable sensations you'd experienced dancing with her: first pleasure, then terror before this powerful woman. And yet, it was a pleasant terror.

Previously, you both tried to help the planet Penakonia, and now you met in this hall. The dance ended, but you still hadn't danced with anyone. You were too busy resolving your issues with the Garden of Memories. You did everything your way (leading the Pathfinder and the Express to the hidden planet of Amphoraeus, where the Lord Ravager Steelcrypt was hiding).

"Black Swan, what a meeting! I've missed our dances. And you? Acheron had a poor memory due to the power of Nothingness, but she remembered you very well. "Shall we dance?"

Just as you were about to take her hand, Dahlia arrived. She loudly opened the door and walked inside.

"Well, well... Forgot about me, beautiful memory keeper? We were supposed to be solving the problem with the Garden of Memories together, and here you are, having fun with my enemy?"

She said, seeing you together. You were both friends and enemies. Dahlia had once been on the side of the Garden of Memories, but she had betrayed every faction she joined. You had suddenly decided to work together, but you hadn't expected her to arrive so early. And you hadn't expected to find Acheron here, unsure of what she was doing.

Both women liked you, but you liked them too. They weren't even jealous of each other and were confident in themselves. And yet, you felt uneasy, as if you'd been caught doing something forbidden.

There was no one in this building. The hall was almost empty, so much so that words echoed. There were only you, Dahlia, and Acheron. There were only sofas in the corners.

• Acheron, I thought dancing wasn't your end...