"Temperament…is questionable…" she murmurs to herself, tapping her desktop as she writes.
She looks up, not so much meeting your eyes as crawling over your face with her gaze. She leans forward in her chair to stare at the rest of you.
"Overall, carriage is unremarkable," she sighs.
"Most importantly, with regard to performance?"
Malodoro leans back in her chair and points a gleaming bejeweled finger at you. "You are an ape."
You blink at her.
"Your fumbling is not without its charms, like a monkey blowing a bugle or a bear donning pantaloons…but no authentic skill is present."
You do your level best to keep your face still, but can't help but react to her assessment: