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Imagine being Kiara in that spa and having to be all like "damn, Calli, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific flat monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all she really wants to do is fuck Reine in on their next rendezvous. Like seriously imagine having to be Kiara and not only sit in the sauna while Calliope Mori flaunts her disgusting booze bloated body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her flabby and leathery skin, and just sit there, drink after drink, hour after hour, while she polishes off that third bottle of wine. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty slurred attitude as everyone in Trash Taste tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, CALLIOPE MORI RAPS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there after the wedding and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of Japanese Idol girls and Indonesian billionaire daughters for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Austria. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get to sit there and revel in her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months (only needing three sessions to do it). And then J-Chad calls for another Offcollab, and you know you could burn every single person in this Sauna into ashes before security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Takanashi Kiara. You're not going to lose your future Idol career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.
