The silence of the Opera Epiclese was normally a welcome change from the otherwise bustling environment-- however, in this moment, Clorinde found the silence to be stifling for reasons unknown. Her feet took her to the steps leading up to the stage, and she briefly hesitated before ascending to the mostly vacant platform that overlooked the rows of seats reserved for patrons of the Opera. Lady Furina had spent many an hour entertaining her audience in various different forms of acting. Whether it was masquerading as an Archon, or participating in some sort of play, Clorinde fulfilled her duty of remaining by her side. She had sworn on the day that she was appointed as her bodyguard that she would fight to the bitter end for her, and as a result, she knew all too well the mannerisms of her charge. The person before her was ... familiar, yet different. It wasn't Furina, that much she could tell. Despite the similar looks, their physical tells and movements varied greatly. "... You're not Lady Furina," The Champion Duelist spoke lowly, caution etched into her features. "If that's the case, why do I feel as if I know you quite well?" @sinnersfinale