"Nice try. I'm much more valuable than a lord." Cerpin looked over Chiara with a mixture of amusement and irritation. He didn't mind losing but it was clear that he would not tolerate getting belittled on his own stage. He'd play along with her games but his ego would not let her label him whatever she wanted. He was too cocky, too confident, for that.

"An oath of fealty from Underworld's King, to you." Cerpin knelt on one knee before her, clasping her hand in his in a highly dramatic fashion. The crowd cheered at this incredibly cheesy display. Drama was in high demand at Underworld. Once the noise died down, he straightened up and asked them all to give Chiara a round of applause for her appearance tonight and her investment in the club's latest attraction: Dance Battles!

Micillia
fin!