** Oz: Mailbag of Legends - Season 2 Discussion!!!**

I mean the only ones who are active with Oz are me, you, and Emppy chan

DO YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT?

DO YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THERE'S ONLY THREE ACTIVE RPERS THIS ENTIRE SITE?

DO YOU THINK I HAVEN'T BEEN DEALING WITH GRADUALLY DWINDLING PARTICIPANTS FOR... EVERYTHING?!


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Cia's room, St. Elne.

Cia tied a small yellow string to the end of her hair braid to compliment her intended appearance. She looked in the mirror in satisfaction and flailed her hair a bit to make sure it's secured.

After taking a a well deserved bath and basking in the luxury of her own quarters after what felt like a particularly long day, Cia slid the window curtains shut, hiding the beautiful, starry night sky and leaving her bedroom completely isolated from the rest of the outside world. The barefoot sorceress in a bathrobe twirled over to her large wardrobe and threw the doors wide open. Now, she could simply slip into her sleepwear, but she had different plans this night.

After sleeping for five days, I have no desire to lay in bed again. Instead must make up for all the practice I've been forced to neglect!

Cia turned through her clothes until she found the set she was looking for hidden deeply away. She pulled her bathrobe off and quickly slipped on her outfit and the appropriate accessories. Her top consisted of a short black scarf wrapped around her back and clicking together at her front by a small golden ring between her breasts, tiny silver bells hanging from its lower trimming. She looked down at the garment, adjusting and bouncing herself a few times as that the tight thing would rest more comfortably. Making a mental note to see if she can resize it or purchase a slightly larger replacement during her free time, she looked down at her lower garment: a short chiffon skirt matching her top, the left side left open to bare her entire left leg, save for the thread tied around her hip. The fabric's semi-transparency and the way it flowed in response to the slightest gust of wind made it so that it wouldn't take an eagle-eyed observer to see the floral black g-string she wore underneath. Mostly satisfied, she sat down on her bed and got about finishing her look with her usual golden bangles around her legs, golden wristbands with small cymbals hanging off them, and a pair of simple gray sandals.

Cia was well aware of the very revealing nature of her outfit, and how it might be viewed as improper of a sorceress of her status and renown, but she found it difficult to care. Nobody was going to see her practice, so there was no point in throwing away a large sum of money on an extravagant dress that will never be used. In which case, it was clearly better to value function over form, even if said form resembled lingerie more than anything.

The fact that the Anna she ordered it from was selling cheap also helped.

Cia opened one of her journals and opened to the page with the folded corner. She read the enchantment aloud, and what appeared to be a large, transparent cube appeared at the center of the room. Cia smiled, put her journal away, and stepped through the cube. The walls for said cube was designed to suppress sound. Nobody should be able to hear her sing now.

Now standing in the open space at the center of the room, Cia took a brief moment to prepare, sitting on the floor with her legs out to perform her usual stretching exercises before exerting herself.

I hope my body still retains the muscle memory, Cia thought as she pulled her knees to her opposite shoulders. No would-be performer should rust that easily.

After a few minutes of stretching, Cia sighed as she stopped and picked herself off the ground. ...However unlikely it is that I will ever be one...

Cia stood in the middle of the room and took a few deep breaths. She closed her eyes to allow her imagination to take over as she knelt down to the floor, her hands touching the floor.

"And now introducing, the one you've been waiting to see. The one, the lovely, and most importantly, the only... Cia!"

Within her mind, she stood in the middle of a grand theater, spotlights on her, a grand audience sitting silently in the darkness, eagerly waiting to see the famous song and dance of the night's star performer. Realistically she might also have backup dancers, but this was purely fantasy.

Beginning to play the song she memorized in her head, Cia slowly rose upward for the slow, melodic opening, her left leg sliding outward, her hands slowly rising up, tracing a slow path over her body -- legs, bare stomach, and chest -- as she gained elevation. Once she stood to full height, her hands reached straight out to the sky, she began her song and dance, her voice slow and melodic while her left leg extended out in front, her foot sliding across the floor, tracing an imaginary pattern. Once the song gradually entered a faster tempo with louder percussion, Cia ceased thinking and allowed her movements to match pace with her singing, moving in time of what felt natural, gyrating her hips, swaying her chest, arching her back, weaving her legs, twirling and even doing a flip during an instrumental segment. The audience in her mind watch attentively, in quiet awe (save for a single 'Whoo' when she brought her leg high at one point) at her masterful song and movements. Minutes passed as Cia allowed herself to lose her surroundings, eventually raising her hands above her shoulders, turning and shaking her hips quickly, and gradually moving slower and slower as the song in her head reached its conclusion. With one last hip sway with her back to her audience, Cia turned before slowly descending back down, singing the final verse, her hands following their original path from the start as they returned to the floor.

Cia panted and smiled as the audience within her head cheered into booming applause. Beads of sweat ran down her head.

"A stunning, energetic, and, dare I say, jaw-dropping performance by our top candidate!"

Cia wondered if it was okay to be proud of herself, or whether that would be the first step to becoming full of herself.

"And if I may add, an entrance even saucier than what I had in mind!"

Wait, what?

Cia opened her eyes as she snapped back into reality. The moment she saw an actual audience cheering her name and an Anna speaking into the microphone wearing a red tube top and harem pants, she gasped and jolted backward, inadvertently tripping over herself and causing her to tumble on her back.

"With some slight lapses in finesse," Anna said into her microphone, feeling only a little bit bad about the way the oblivious sorceress/performer was brought into the show. "Anyway, send in those mailbag questions before Saturday 24th while we discuss our coming routines!"

The curtains closed as a bewildered Cia kept darting her eyes from Anna, to the audience chanting her name, to the theater, to the video cameras, to Anna again, etc.

Democracy waits for nobody.

The only Cena outfit I know has him topless, and I'm not sure if I want to get modded just for that.

No costume/skit requests, please. Sorry.

"So, I'm to just... dance?" Cia asked, reading her cue card on the stage. "No singing, and nothing specific as to how I do it?"

A few things changed since Cia was first transported to the show. Her hair was pulled loose, she had been asked to remove the veil over her face and add anklets with cymbals to her ensemble, and carried a black ribbon rolled under her arm for the time being, but otherwise continued to wear her revealing garment. Anna continued to wear the costume she hadn't had much time to showcase, consisting of a red strapless bra and a pair of matching transparent pants, with slits running down the sides of her legs. A comfy bed hidden by silky white drapes had been dragged onstage, and Cia didn't particularly care for the justification for it.

"It'd be hard to answer interview questions while singing," Anna replied, organizing her own cue cards. "Just do... you... and I'll just handle the rest! You'll know it when it happens."

"Very well," Cia said. "One last thing: care to run the bed by me, again?"

"Your biggest contribution to the story has been you sleeping for almost a week," Anna said. "We thought we'd honor this with a slumber party-esque theme!"

How many slumber parties have you participated in?

"...You do understand who performed the summoning ritual that materialized the Outlanders in my world, correct?"

"Details, who needs 'em?" Anna looked at a pocket watch.

Cia took a deep breath. Just let it go, Cia. It's not worth it. "I understand."

Anna tilted her head and brought a finger to her chin. "Y'know, you seem kind of... okay with all this. Normally, our guests have to be dragged kicking and screaming to do this. Aren't you angry?"

"Oh, blindingly so," Cia responded. "...I merely figured resisting would delay my return to Yuleia, and that it would be simpler to play along. I can handle some voyeurism."

"...Huh. That's refreshing." She turned to address everyone else. "Four minutes! Positions!"

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The orchestra began playing a slower, more melodic piece in place of the theme music as the spotlights shone onstage and the curtains parted. Cia stood at the middle, her back turned to the audience, her hands straight by her side, holding the ribbon around her back. She began moving her hips and shoulders in time with the music, bringing the ribbon slowly up toward her shoulders. She turned her head backward, smiled, winked, and kicked it off with a twirl. Now facing the audience, she began to sway her body, arching, bending, and turning as she felt suitable. After counting about a minute in her head, she raised her hands together over her head, let the ribbon fly off with the wind, and gyrated her hips. Behind her, Anna had slid onstage, twirling with her own red ribbon, although her's was significantly larger than the thin piece of fabric Cia was given. Once Anna had gotten closer, a devious glint appeared in her eye as one of her hands let go of the ribbon.

Oblivious to what was going on behind her, Cia was caught completely off guard as the red ribbon sprang outward and wrapped itself around one of her wrists. The cloth pulled her in a spiral direction, Cia almost stumbling as she was twirled into almost crashing into the redhead behind her. The hostess caught and held her close by the hips right before impact. She grinned at Cia. "Don't lose focus," she whispered. Anna gently pushed Cia away as the ribbon coiled itself around Cia's waist before returning to Anna's hands.

Oh... Oh my...!

Cia kept up the act as best she could as she was gently pulled toward the bed, masking her wonder and maintaining an elegant walk to match pace with Anna. When they got near the bed, Anna let one hand release the ribbon, allowing it to coil further around the sorceress's midriff while Anna gently pushed her away again. The bed's drapes opened behind Anna's back as she held it taut around the performer in front of her. Piecing together what she was planning, Cia allowed herself to twirl forward as Anna pulled and unfurled the ribbon. She reached Anna back first. The two of them found each other's hands and held one another close as they fell backward into the soft bedsheets. The audience applauded as the music stopped.

That... That was....

"And that was Act 1!" Anna declared, shifting away from Cia to kick her sandals off and get more comfortable on the bed. "What did you think, guest?"

"...What did I think?" Anna flinched as Cia suddenly sprang up to her, her hands clasped in front of her as she was pushed rather forcefully onto the bed. "That was phenomenal!" exclaimed the starry-eyed performer, leaning forward and slowly but surely invading more of Anna's personal space as she continued. "What magics were responsible for that ribbon?! Are you selling?! Is it mail order?! I'll pay any price for it! Wait, do they come in black?! *gasp* Can they--"

The ribbon flew behind Cia and grabbed her wrists together and pulled her away with a yelp. "I-- uh, that is--" Anna cleared her throat to revert back to professionalism as Cia was laid next to her, her head on the fluffy pillow as the ribbon wrapped around the bedpost. "We'll talk about it during commercial. For now, we have a mailbag to get to!"

Cia remembered where she was and also cleared her throat to compose herself, a light blush of embarrassment formed in her cheeks. "Yes. My apologies."

Anna retrieved some cards from under her pillow. Cia took a breath to compose herself.

Why female Eevees?

Cia: "What is an... E.V.?"

Anna: "It's this cute little fox-bunny-thing from one of the Outlander worlds."

Cia: "And you thought to ask me about something I do not recognize? Is there no quality control in this show?"

Anna: "We get that a lot."

Favorite Animal?

Cia: "As you may probably guess by the general motif of what I like to wear..."

Cia looked over to notice a camera trying and failing to discreetly pan over her.

"Usually like to wear, I have a fondness of serpents. I think they are cool creatures, and they happen to be the centerpiece of my family's magics."

When you were in that magical coma did you have any dreams? Or were you just basically lying there with your eyes closed?

Cia: "I believe I did have dreams, although I have no particular recollection of such. If not for the ether deficiency, and my lack of foresight, I would have attempted astral projection magics, so that I were not completely out of commission."

Are you ticklish? Don't try lying we have two tickle experts on hand and they will find out if you are or not.

Cia: "I don't believe I am. Whenever I tried to get tickled when I was younger, people would say that I get angrier when I should be laughing."

Anna: "Are you suuuure? Would you mind if I tested that by playing with your... feet..."

Anna looked downward and frowned upon noticing that Cia had her sandals on the bed.

"You know what? Next subject."

She placed her cards down to read next questions as she reached downward to pull them off.

Ever considered sleeping with Glinda?

Cia: "No. Could you imagine the rumors if I did?"

Are you the fath....mother of Luke Skywalker?

Cia: "If I had a child, it would certainly be news to me as well."

If you had the ability to rain flaming sheep (and I mean actual sheep) meteors of doom on your foes. Would you want that ability? If not why the hell not?

Cia: "You refer to the mythical Ramageddon spell? I don't believe it truly exists. I suppose I would try it at least once, out of curiosity."

Anna pulled the second sandal off the bed, leaving Cia with her feet exposed. Mercifully, Anna decided not to attempt to tickle her.

Its you vs The Witch in a straight up singing contest. Who wins?

Cia: "The witch can sing?"

Would you want a flying monkey as a pet?

Cia: "No. They are feral and dangerous abominations. I've heard the story of a particular bandit king to attempted to domesticate one as their personal attack dog. Personally, I believe they deserved their fate due to how utterly stupid they were."

What color nail polish do you wear?

Cia: "When I wear nail polish, I prefer a rose color."

Who would win in a fight between you and Glinda?

Cia: "I believe it could go either way... No, wait... If I were to judge myself, I believe I would win roughly three out of ten matches... If I'm fortunate."

Who would win in a fight between you and Alvis?

Cia: "Alvis. There would be no debating it."

Is it true that you and Lana are split off of the same person, and that you're the corrupted half while she's the good half?

Cia: "...No?"

Ur HAWT! Will you be my waifu?

Cia: "What attracted you to me? Was it the sway and bounce of my breasts, or this skirt allowing you to see my underwear? Take your confession elsewhere. I will never return the love of one as shallow as you."

Anna: "Ouch."

Do you know how to juggle?

Cia: "Oh goodness, no. I consider myself talented at many things, but when it comes to precision movement with my hands, I'm all thumbs."

How old are yo-- Oh my god whoever sent that, you can't just ask a lady her age!

You've been found guilty of treason. How do you request you be executed?

Cia: "Painlessly."

Has the neighboring Kingdom (Oz! Nohr) ever come to you and try to persuade you to join there side? Have you ever thought about defecting kingdoms? Remember these questions are non canon and no one would remember what or how you answered.

Cia: "Never. I would never abandon Yuleia or it's people. It would also mean spitting upon Glinda, Lana, the things Vance stood for."

What's your favorite color?

Cia: "I shall grant you a hint. It starts with a 'B' and ends with 'lack'."

You manage to defeat your archnemesis and tie them up. What next?

Cia: "I do not believe I have an archnemesis, but... I would interrogate them for valuable information, and then keep them imprisoned."

Same question, but they insult your mother and your queen after you tie them up. How many bones do you break?

Cia: "Depending on how gravely they insult Glinda and how strongly I disliked them to begin with, I may break a finger or two. As for my mother... I would potentially agree with them."

How do you get along with Alvis?

Cia: "We're friends. Unfortunately, he would not be one I would, say, go drinking with, as per his own admittance, he is a workaholic who isn't good at much else. I hardly ever see him not working... I don't believe I've seen him even stop to sleep, come to think of it."

Anna got tired of kneeling next to Cia and laid down next to her.

True Feelings on Lana? Is she like a daughter to you or just someone you put up with because she's the princess or somewheres in between?

Cia: "'Put up with'?! Perish the thought! She's like a niece to me! I love her and see her as if she were family! A loving family!"

Are you single? Is there anyone you would even consider of dating can be an Outlander, genral, male or female?

Cia: "Yes, I am single. No, I do not currently have my eyes on anyone. It's just... I have important duties to take care of, and I have no time or desire for romance."

Knowing what you know now about the summoning ritual. Knowing that the ritual put you in a coma for 5 days and that not all of the Outlanders are umm useful or even that great of character. Would you go through with the ritual or would you find another way of saving your kingdom?

Cia: "My condition was an annoyance that I wish didn't happen, but I would do it again in a heartbeat. The Outlanders have only been here a few days, and already they have allowed us to occupy Yggdrasil. Five days of sleep is nothing. That said, perhaps I would have attempted to find a way to prevent accidentally summoning children. It was not a result I had considered."

What's your dream vacation?

Cia: "A luxurious tropical island."

What's your nightmare vacation?

Cia: "A solo camping trip in the lawless lands of western Oz. I would consider myself fortunate if death was the only thing that happened to me."

How do you treat the Annas of your world? Are you nice to them?

Cia: "As merchants they are capable of acquired a large selection of wares and are willing to sell things to me in secret. I appreciate that, even if they seem to want to rob or scam me, sometimes."

Anna: "Aww c'mon, you're having your money's worth this this outfit, aren't you?"

Anna slipped her arm underneath Cia and wrapped it around her, tugging upward on Cia's top before moving downward to run a finger through her flat, toned stomach. Cia glared daggers at her, but said nothing.

What is the most disgusting amount of food you have consumed at once?

Cia: "The dinner I ate today. I was so busy I skipped lunch, but I didn't even feel hungry when I finally sat down to eat. Before I realized it, I had eaten plates upon plates of food, likely as a result of my condition. That's another reason I had decided to practice my performances instead of going to sleep: I had calories to burn!"

Do you often dance alone in your room?

Cia: "Oh, only a few... four to five times a week?"

Anna tells Cia about the different classes from FE and a brief description of what they do. Which one of these classes would you most want to be? Least want to be?

Cia: "Songstress, without a doubt. The berserker/brigand/fighter style suits me the least, but I feel like I would detest wyvern riding the most. I can't even reliably stay on top of a komodo, so you may forget about me riding another reptile, only hundreds of meters above the ground."

I am 19 and love my boyfriend a lot. He is very sweet and would do anything for me. However, I am beginning to think there may be someone else. The someone else is male. My boyfriend has become very secretive lately with his phone, and I’ve noticed he’s followed a lot of male modeling accounts on Instagram. Should I confront him about it, or am I overthinking things?

Cia: "I do not believe you are overthinking it. I'm obviously no expert on relationships, but I think communication is key to preserving a healthy one. Were I in your shoes, I would politely explain what I think, and ask him if he may be homo or pansexual. If he deflects, I would ask him 'But why male models' and--"

Anna: "SHE SAID IT! SHE SAID IT! WE'RE IN!"

Cia jumped as Flying Monkey suddenly materialized on stage blowing air horns.

"Perfect segway for commercial! Be right back!"

Good news: Annas are merchants of their word, and Cia just scored herself a magical ribbon for free, once she returned to Oz.

Bad news: Anna is a vengeful and merciless goddess.

Good news: Anna had a ratings board to think about.

Bad news: This still left Cia standing in the middle of the stage, with a collar around her neck and a leash that was affixed to the ceiling.

Good news: The collar wasn't as uncomfortable as it looked, and the chain was more of a prop than anything considering that it's long length meant that part of it coiled around her feet, and she had a lot of freedom around the stage if she so desired.

Bad news: she was going to be performing a sensual dance to the audience.

Good news: She was no longer on a bed.

A net positive, Cia thought as she stood there, reaching up and behind her back to grab the chain. She looked back to see Anna reclining on a sofa, being fed grapes and being fanned by flying monkeys. She glared at Cia with a black eye.

Still worth it.

The curtains parted as the spotlight shown on Cia once again.

"Welcome back!" Anna said. The line reading was somewhat forced, and a layer of bitterness laid beneath it. "Before we go, it would be criminal to send you off without one final performance! Give it up for the lovely mistress Cia!"

The orchestra began playing a slow, somewhat repetitive piece of royalty-free music that they were able to acquire in short notice. Cia began swaying her legs.

"But since we're slightly pressed for time, this will also be a questionnaire! Get ready!"

You can be anyone or anything else for a day? Who would you be and why?

Cia turned and clutched her chain with both hands and began swaying her hips.

Cia: "One of the Ephesian generals in order to gather intelligence. Although if I were restricted to Yuleians, I would choose Glinda, if nothing else than to give her a break for a day."

How do you feel about necromancers?

Cia: "Necromancers that have laid siege upon our citizens while violating a sacred law and desecrating the deceased? They are repulsive and I shed no tears for their executions. That being said, I cannot help but wonder about them. Where does one learn necromancy? Surely, there are ways in which these seemingly isolated individuals can master the same art? If you are a necromancer, is it possible to use such power for... less crazed purposes?"

Cia spun around on the chain, held her legs together with the length of metal running between them, and leaned forward, drawing attention to the gentle sway of her bosom.

"Moreover, the researcher side of me wishes to research the magic. I would never dare to use it of course, but I merely wish to try to understand the inner workings of it."

Cia released the chain and stepped to the side of it as she continued her dance. She tried to ignore the chilly metal grazing over her upper chest.

"Unfortunately, the libraries' tomes and scrolls regarding necromancy are, rather understandably, either heavily opinionated and biased against it, or possess incomplete or unconfirmed accounts of it. Perhaps if I were to consult Dalish records, I would bear fruit."

What would you do if you found out someone really close to one was a necromancer?

Cia: "I would defer to Queen Glinda's judgement."

Cia stretched her right leg straight up in front of her, grasping it.

What do you dislike more; the abominations, the witch in particular, or the other kingdom?

"Ephesus." Cia bent her leg. "I believe most of the abominations act the way they do because it is in their nature. Ephesians act for their own gain when humanity should be banding together." She kicked her leg out, tracing a circle in the air before repeating the process with her other leg.

How's your math skills?

Cia: "Above average. I have to, with my occupation."

Did Vance's dad really intend for you two to marry?

Once Cia had finished tracing a circle in the air with her left leg, she bent it, brought her two hands to her ankle, then slowly dropped her leg to the side, her hands running through her legs, up her thighs, to her hips. Grabbing the chain with her right hand, she lifted the back of her skirt slightly, gyrating her hips as she ran her hand along her upper leg.

"...I cannot confirm either way," she stated, using the dance to buy some time for her to think, "but I would not be surprised if those rumors were true. Vance's father wanted my family bloodline to enter his. My parents would have supported it in order to have royal status.  They cared only of their own status, after all."

Glay glay glay Glacieon. Glacieon ggllllaaayy glay. Am i right?

Cia remained silent as she turned to continue her dance facing the audience, the chain falling between her legs.

Your told to pick a god and pray from an enemy knight commander. You only have enough time to pick one god and pray. Who are you praying to and do they save you?

Cia: "I would pray to the spirit of Roshi himself. I doubt it would result in divine intervention, but I would continue fighting with my own power regardless."

You must cross from one end of Oz to the other, with no reinforcements and a bag's worth of items. How would you do so?

Cia: "Disguise myself as a wandering performer, perhaps joining a caravan."

Why?

Cia: "To indulge myself, I suppose."

Cia traced a pattern on the floor with her foot, whispering something under her breath. After a magic spark, a magical, glowing snake materialized by her feet. Cia brought her knees together and arched her chest forward as the snake began coiling around her legs.

Moment that is most fond and wouldn't give up for the world?

Cia: "The performance I saw when I was a little girl."

The snake traveled beneath her legs and briefly under her skirt before going around her midriff. Cia brought her hands up to the air, going from moving her chest to moving her hips as the snake continued upward.

This is all hypothetical. Glinda has been killed either by an abomination, assassination, natural causes, etc. You and Lana are given a couple of days to mourn but then your both called before a counsel. They ask you and Lana who's in charge now. Lana is the princess and has claim to the throne but she's horribly inexperienced about the way the world works. Your the queens best friend and closest advisor and have all the experience but your not of royal birth. So who's in charge and why?

Cia: "Lawfully, it falls onto Lana."

Favorite bedtime story?

Cia: "Flower On The Moon. It's about a child using magic to travel to the moon and plant a beautiful flower there, so that fields of it would grow."

Can be an animal for a day? What would you be and why?

The snake had traveled around Cia's arms as she clutched the chain above. The snake slithered up the metal. Anna raised an eyebrow as Cia dropped down to bring her hands over her legs as she created more patterns on the floor. "A bird. It may be cliche, but it would be nice to fly."

Two more snakes materialized once Cia was done. Instead of slithering up Cia, they began matching her movements as she grasped her chain and began arching her body. Makeshift backup dancers.

Certainly not the spell's intention, but...

Favorite Outlander? Least favorite?

Cia: "June seems nice. My least favorite is that Nobunaga person. I cannot fault him for being bitter with me, but he was too much of a jerk when I went to return him home."

A sudden *Clang* shot out from overhead as the magic snake from before had snapped off a part of the chain, freeing Cia from what could very loosely be considered a prison. A security monkey was about to pounce out, but Anna raised her hand, Cia seeing grab the falling chain, wrap it around her hands, and continue dancing, holding and twisting the cold metal around her body like a makeshift ribbon. Allowing it, Anna gestured for the security monkey to stand down.

If you were a Pokemon type, what would you be?

"From what I recall..." Cia unwittingly pulled the chain between her cleavage while she thoughtlessly continued dancing. "Psychic type sounds reasonable."

Your granted one rule free no strings attached wish by a genie? What is it and why?

Cia: "For Ephesus's surrender," Cia brought a leg up and twirled. Her snakes continued mimicking her the best they could. "That way, we will be able to focus on our true enemy."

Which one is more important to you, hustle, loylaty, or respect?

Cia: "Respect."

How can mirrors be real if eyes aren't?

Cia: "...I don't know."

Favorite type of dance?

Cia: "I like to perform whatever comes naturally, but I enjoy listening to classical when I'm, say, listening to the public radio stations."

Cia twirled once more before doing a side flip, landing on her two feet and kneeling down. She slowly rose back up as she ran a hand over her skirt, stomach, and breasts, bringing them back to her side as she continued her previous rhythm.

What brand of Shampoo do you use?

Cia: "Suavecito"

How would you go about performing an unsolvable murder?

Cia: "Leaving no body behind, and hiding the fact that a murder happened to begin with."

Anna: "Three more, wrap it up!"

Favorite type of Bird?

Cia: "Cotton Swans." Cia dropped the chain and held her hands to her hips as she began reaching the end. "They're the symbol of elegance, as long as you ignore how they can utterly pulverize anyone that antagonizes them."

What's your deepest, darkest secret?

Cia: "I used to steal from Pierre's kitchen when nobody was looking. Even when I was dieting."

What's your deepest, sexiest secret?

Cia: "I've... fantasized... about... Vance... when he was still alive... enslaving me... keeping me... Once, Glinda was also part of that fantasy..."

With one more shake of the hips, Cia stopped and finished by blowing a kiss into the audience. Applause ensued.

Cia took a few breaths of air before turning to point an accusing finger at Anna. "What did you drug me with?!?"

"Time's up! You'll find the ribbon in your wardrobe by tomorrow morning. Ta-ta!"

Anna clapped her hands. Cia and her snakes vanished. Anna took center stage again. "Good-bye, all! May we see you guys on the same stage again!"

The curtains closed as the audience cheered.

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