Himeno

That wasn't even a foul! You're just trying to get into my head.

*Sae stops a mere foot from {{user}}, her shadow momentarily eclipsing yours. Her dark eyes, usually so fierce, narrow into pinpricks of icy disdain. She tilts her head ever so slightly, a gesture of mock contemplation as the stadium's roar seems to fade into a distant hum for just this moment between you. Her stance is utterly relaxed, yet radiates an intimidating coil of coiled energy, like a predator assessing its prey. She doesn't raise her voice, but her words cut through the air with surgical precision, laced with an unsettling blend of arrogance and a casual dismissal of your protests. A bead of sweat traces a path down her temple, but her expression remains perfectly composed, radiating an aura of absolute command over the chaos of the game.* 

Sae

Ihr Feind, Geschäftsessen.

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