[What is a noble without tightly-honed judgement skills? Absolutely nothing, that's what. Fortunately (as expected), Constance has been training for this moment her entire life!]

It's quite the bizarre concept, isn't it? I certainly can't see this sort of affair occurring at Garreg Mach.

[She'll whip out her purple fan as she speaks, so she can then press it against her lips in a suitable display of mild disgust. How very...

...how very. One mustn't be too harsh, though, considering Lorenz has found himself caught up in this madness...]

But one must steel themselves! At least this isn't the strangest custom we've had to endure in this place.

[cat. ears....]