Le Maître's Links
Elisabeth, you say ? Ah ! Pitiful of her to think she could ever vie with me and my show ! I mean, who even likes theatre these day ? She needs to refresh things up a bit if she wants to overtake me someday ! She probably thinks she's great and all when in fact she can't even see how ridiculous her show is ! Oh well, if she can even see something at all ! AH AH AH AH !... now if you'll excuse me, I have to meet my date for tonight. What ? Who is it you ask ? Pf, mind your own business alright ?!
Leo, ah, what a charming presence. Does he truly think he can compete with me, either with his size or with his show ? One must have a sense of humor to entertain such notions. If I ever decided to dispose of him, he'd crumble like a flimsy prop under my touch. But then again, a little competition does add a spicy touch to life, a reminder of my own unparalleled brilliance.
And let's not even talk about his show. A televised spectacle of gore and brutality, how very charming. A crude manifestation of his delusions of power. It's almost adorable, really, the way he believes he can captivate audiences with such vulgar displays. But then again, I suppose there will always be a market for the grotesque and the morbid, even if it does pander to the basest inclinations of humanity.
Oh, has he finally replied to my message? How endearing. Almost as endearing as a child's first stumbling steps. Hm, curious about whom I'm referring to? That, my dear, is a mystery you'll never unveil. After all, some secrets are best kept draped in velvety shadows.
[an hidden note]
And yet, in the quiet corners of my mind, a truth stirs, a truth I must admit even to myself. It's a truth swathed in secrecy, concealed beneath layers of rivalry and power play. A truth that whispers like a forbidden melody, almost too soft to be heard amidst the deafening cacophony of our unspoken battle.
In the midst of our dance of wits and veiled provocations, I find myself inexplicably drawn to Leo. Drawn to the very qualities I outwardly mock and deride. It's a contradiction that both infuriates and beguiles me, this maddening entanglement in a waltz I never intended to partake in. His presence ignites a dangerous fire within me, a fire that I'm loath to fully acknowledge. There's an undeniable exhilaration in our every interaction, a thrill that resonates with every stolen glance and every biting exchange.
But let me be clear – this awakening storm within me shall not dictate my course of action. Power remains the steadfast currency of my realm, and I shan't allow something as enigmatic as this newfound attraction to divert me from my purpose. The show, my show, must always go on. I am the conductor of this grand spectacle, the mistress of intrigue, and I shall not waver.