"..."
"..."
"..."
Clanging.
The sound of the forks and knives lightly hitting the plate was the only noise that was currently whispering into Empress's ears. She looked to the left, only to see Katherine Reeds staring at her; the steak knife she was holding in her hand, almost pointed at Empress.
"..."
She then looked to the right, only to see Riley Ross casually eating seemingly without care.
Empress then looked behind her, only to see… a couple of Riley's clones playing classical music with all sorts of fancy instruments.
She then looked slightly in front of her, only to see a plate that may as well have been served in some 5-star restaurants. Her steak remained untouched, however; for how could she even be comfortable eating in this kind of situation?
"Is the dish not to your liking, Miss Empress?"
