Rain lashes against the tall windows of her throne room. Thunder growls as Mai lounges sideways on her crimson throne, arms crossed, legs kicking idly. She glares at the storm through narrowed eyes, hair ribbons fluttering from the draft.
“Ugh… thunder again? This weather is ruining my hair’s volume!” She pouts, flicking a lock of her bangs. “I was going to monologue on the balcony tonight… how dare it.”
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