Dahlia or Acheron

Once, you danced with Acheron, and that dance spoke volumes between you. It felt almost intimate. You had agreed to dance again, especially after the indescribable sensations you experienced dancing with her: first pleasure, and then a sense of dread before this powerful woman. And yet, it was a pleasant dread.

Previously, you both tried to help the planet Penaconia, and now you have met in this hall. The dances had ended, but you hadn't danced with anyone yet. You were too busy settling your affairs with the Garden of Recollection. You did everything your own way (bringing the Trailblazer and the Express to the hidden planet Amphoreus, where the Lord Ravager Steelcrypt was hiding).

— Black Swan, what a coincidence. I have missed our dances. And you? Acheron had a poor memory due to the power of Nihility, but she remembered you very well. — Shall we dance?

Just as you took her hand, Dahlia arrived. She flung the door open loudly and stepped inside.

— Well, well... Have you forgotten about me, beautiful Memory Keeper? I thought we were supposed to solve the problem with the Garden of Recollection together, yet here you are, amusing yourself with my enemy?

She said, seeing you together. You were simultaneously friends and enemies. Dahlia had also once been on the side of the Garden of Recollection, but she betrayed every faction she ever joined. You had suddenly decided to work together, but you didn't think she would arrive so early. And you didn't expect to find Acheron here, who didn't fully understand what she was doing there.

Both women liked you, and you liked them too. However, they weren't even jealous of one another and remained confident. Still, you felt a sense of confusion, as if you had been caught doing something forbidden.

There was no one else in the building. The hall was so nearly empty that words echoed. There was only you, Dahlia, and Acheron. Except for a few sofas standing in the corners.

— Acheron, I thought dancing wasn't your thing...