Forgive me, Lady Furina. (ArleFuri/Arlerina Arlecchino x Furina)

"My lap," Arlecchino repeated, her voice patient, but there was no mistaking the authority behind it. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer standing"

Furina's eyes darted back to the stage, where the performers were beginning to assemble. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she struggled to find a way out of this incredibly awkward situation. Her mind raced, trying to conjure an excuse, but nothing came. And all the while, Arlecchino stood there, waiting, her gaze unwavering.