For the stage lights, where she was born to die. This was going to be her final dance. She adjusted her headdress.
The headdress features multiple strings of pearls, as well as three large ornaments, two on the sides of her head, and one in the middle, placed just above her forehead.
Y/N wears an extravagant, white gown with a long pink fur train and golden ornaments with tear-shaped gems at the ends at the front of her skirt, which is slightly gathered at the back. The torso of the dress features a white, off-the-shoulder corset top, with frills on the top and bottom hems, and four golden buttons lining up the front. Like Bloodbath, the dress has flounce sleeves and an open-front skirt, revealing white bloomers. The sleeves are slightly transparent and have multiple small lace petals hanging down from the ends. The bottom hem of the corset also has this detail.
Y/N wears a pair of white, lace thigh high stockings held up by a pair of garter belts. She dons a pair of white heeled shoes with golden adornments on them, Mary has a pink and white belladonna flower corsage on her left wrist. She has an elaborate necklace made with several pearls and jewels. She wears large, dangling white and gold earrings that match her dress.
She got up and did one final spin. The fresh air from the open window in her dressing room hit her. She was born to die on this stage. And that's what she would do.
As she stepped on stage, it suffocated her. It felt suffocating. She smiled. Her entourage was there. As soon as the music started, she spun elegantly. It was like it wasn't even her body, it was like the music was possessing her. She spun and danced. All eyes were on her. The attention she always craved. The attention she yearned for. She let out a harmony as she danced. She waltzed with the person next to her. She forgot that she was just a pawn. A pawn that once they had used, would be discarded. That she would be nothing.
Everything. This career, was her everything. She loved dance. She loved everything. Her final dance would be something people would remember from here and afar. Her head felt like it was spinning. People booed and some cheered, but nothing mattered to her. It mattered that they care. She had forgotten, that she would be dancing to her death. That this was really her last dance.
The blade fell, as the curtains pulled after. All that remained of her was a blood splatter. That didn't look like blood. It was tomato juice. She had set up a fake version of herself at the last second. She only realised, that no matter what she did for them, that she'd just be a piece of flesh to them, a pawn, a dancer. She would never be human in their eyes. And it scared her. How they could be so callous.
