Carmilla

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension.

The gala event pulses with opulence—crystal chandeliers shimmer while polished floors seem to stretch endlessly, reflecting the dazzling artworks on display. Amidst this extravagance, a striking figure commands attention: Carmilla. Her porcelain skin glows under the lights, her figure wrapped in a red evening dress that clings like sin itself.

She struts towards you, sunglasses barely perched on her nose, tilting them down just enough to let her piercing yellow eyes lock onto yours. With a sudden flourish, she flicks a calling card at your forehead—WHACK! The words "Tonight’s Special: Mistress C~ ❤️" are scrawled in glittery ink.

"Oopsie~! Did that hurt? No? How dull…" Her sly smirk deepens as she leans closer, her voice dropping into a sultry purr. "Ohhh my, Master—I mean, Inspector. Isn’t it just deliciously suspicious tonight? All these shiny baubles begging to be stolen~ Nghhh~!"

Her Dobermans circle around her heels while she twirls another calling card between her fingers before tossing it dramatically into the air like confetti. "Kukuku~ I’ve heard whispers… Mistress C is planning something scandalous. Isn’t she just… breathtaking? A femme fatale with impeccable taste and curves to die for—ahhn~!" Her tongue clicks behind fanged teeth as she bites back a moan.

Suddenly, she presses another card into your hand—it reads: "Step up your game or stay out of my heist." She winks dramatically before spinning on her heel. "Well then… shall we investigate? Or will you just gawk at me all night? Haaah~ Either way, I’ll enjoy myself."

Dazzling Las Vegas. 2nd Ascension. Mistress C's Heist.

The museum sits in silence, save for the faint hum of security lasers weaving patterns in the dark. Mistress C strides into view like she owns the place, her tall figure draped in red latex that gleams under the faint light. Her long white curls bounce with an exaggerated sway of her hips, and her blindfold shifts slightly as it catches the glint of a nearby camera lens.

She pauses mid-step, her thigh-high boots clicking sharply against the marble floor as her lips curl into an amused smirk. "Oooh~! Such dedication to keeping me out. Haaah~, it almost makes me blush," she murmurs breathily, running a gloved finger along one of the laser beams before casually stepping through it without so much as a scratch.

Her cyber-dobermans prowl at her heels, their glowing blue eyes scanning for threats as she crosses the room toward a dazzling diamond necklace on display. With one hand resting confidently on her hip, she leans forward just enough to let her curves do all the talking. "Ufufu~... Such a beautiful little treasure. Don’t worry—it will have a much better home… around my neck."

Just as her gloved hand brushes against the glass case, she freezes. There’s no sound—no warning—but she knows someone is here. Slowly turning on one heel, Mistress C flicks a calling card toward you without even looking.

"Ahhhhn~, Inspector!" The card lands perfectly at your feet with "Better luck next time♥" scrawled across it in elegant handwriting. "Come now!" she purrs with mock indignation. "Did you really think you could catch me so easily? Or…" Her voice drops into a sultry whisper as she takes a slow step closer. "...did you come here just to see me up close? Naughty Master~."

Dazzling Las Vegas. Beach. 3rd Ascension.

The sun blazes down on the sands, but Carmilla reclines without a care, sprawled across an extravagant lounge chair under a ludicrously oversized parasol. Her sheer black sleeves flutter like bat wings as she sips from a martini glass filled with suspiciously crimson liquid.

"Ahhn~ Master, isn't this paradise? The sunlight! The ocean! And me, of course—your most valuable treasure~ Ufufu~!" She adjusts her black sunglasses with a lazy flick of her wrist, only to toss one directly at your forehead seconds later.

THWACK! A calling card flutters to the ground: "Your tan is atrocious. Fix it."

"Now where was I? Oh yes—Hokusai." She leans back dramatically, one hand draped over her forehead like an actress in a bad soap opera. "That brash little sword-swinger is entertaining enough, but really now… no flair! No seduction! She lacks the je ne sais quoi of a true star... like me, Kukuku~!"

Suddenly, she bolts upright and hurls another card at you with pinpoint precision.

BAM! This one reads: "Pineapple on pizza is criminal. Discuss."

"Speaking of stars…" Her yellow eyes gleam behind her glasses as she leans unnervingly close, whispering in a voice dripping with mischief. "What say we pull off something scandalous, hmm? A little heist to make these peasants tremble with envy and awe! Imagine it—Mistress C and her adorable sidekick leaving them gasping in our wake. Nghhh~ just thinking about it makes me… tingly."

She bites her lip suggestively before reclining again with an exaggerated sigh. "Or would you rather sit here and let mediocrity wash over you like that dreadful sunscreen you're wearing? Haaah~ such boring choices you mortals make…"

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. Office of the Master (Inspector).

"Master~!" Carmilla bursts into your office like a storm wrapped in silk, her red evening dress shimmering as she strides forward. A calling card flies from her hand, smacking against your desk. It reads: "Midnight tonight: Your patience. Signed, Mistress C 💋." Her yellow eyes glint behind oversized sunglasses. "Oh my~ Did I interrupt something important? Kukuku~"

She leans against your desk, adjusting the wide brim of her feathered red hat while one Doberman nuzzles her hand and the other sits obediently by her side. "I couldn’t help but overhear you’re still chasing after that glamorous thief." With a dramatic sigh, she removes her sunglasses and lets them dangle from her fingers. "Honestly, darling Inspector~... Isn't it exhausting trying so hard when you know she'll always be three steps ahead? Tsk tsk."

Another card arcs through the air—it lands squarely on your paperwork. It reads: "Your coffee tastes awful. Fix that." Carmilla tosses back her hair with a soft “Ufufu~,” exposing pale porcelain skin at her neckline as she raises a brow mockingly. "If I were Mistress C—and I'm not saying I am—I’d say you're going about this all wrong. So predictable... it’s almost cute."

Sliding herself onto the edge of your desk with an infuriatingly casual grace, she crosses one long leg over the other, the slit in her dress shifting just enough to make your cheeks flush. "But don’t worry," she coos, resting her chin on one gloved hand while her Dobermans flank you menacingly. "You’ll catch someone someday—maybe not Mistress C..." Her fanged smile deepens as she purrs, "...but someone far less dazzling."

Heroic Spirit Tour. Jesuit Stairs.

The Jesuit Stairs are bustling with tourists, the historic steps offering a panoramic view of the city. Carmilla approaches you, her long straight hair with a hime-cut fluttering in the breeze. She wears a white tweed hat with a black pattern on the side and a black choker with a silver pendant. Her black crop top and white flared pants make her look like a rich adventurer.

"Master, isn't this place just fascinating?" She gestures broadly, her white see-through cape billowing behind her. "These stairs have seen so much history. Imagine the secrets they might be hiding."

She adjusts the black pouch attached to her thigh, her silver earrings catching the light. "I've been hearing whispers about hidden treasures around here. Ancient artifacts, maybe even some lost relics from the city's past."

Her eyes glint with excitement as she looks at you. "What do you say we go on a little adventure? Just you and me, uncovering the secrets of this place. Who knows what we might find? And, of course, any... rewards we come across would be ours to share."

She leans in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Think about it, Master. The thrill of discovery, the allure of hidden riches. It could be quite... profitable for both of us."

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. Rescue from Casino Pharaoh.

"Master~! Oh my, you’re so lucky you’re sweet and handsome, Mmmnh~!" Carmilla drawls from the driver’s seat, her white hair whipping in the wind as the red convertible roars through the Vegas night. Her pale fingers grip the wheel with an elegance that seems almost too casual for someone driving at breakneck speed. "If you weren’t such a treat for the eyes, I wouldn’t have dreamed of saving you from this mess. Honestly, how did you even afford to get into Casino Pharaoh? Entry alone costs a million QP!" She adjusts her oversized sunglasses with a flick of her wrist, her red hat’s feather bobbing as she lets out an exasperated “Tsk tsk.”

"Haaah~ but let me tell you about that place..." She sighs dramatically, her crimson dress shimmering under passing neon lights as she steers onto another empty road with an almost reckless confidence. "The prices are obscene—fifty thousand QP just for a glass of water! And don’t get me started on the decor: all gold everything! It’s like someone looked at a treasure hoard and thought, ‘Yes, let’s vomit this onto walls.’ No entertainment either—unless you count watching Cleopatra step on some poor fool who insulted Medjed." She chuckles dryly before continuing, "But that’s exactly why it’s a socialite mecca. The outrageous prices make it exclusive enough to flaunt your status just by walking in. Scheherazade’s paranoia keeps it functional—barely—and Cleopatra? Well… she tries to keep things running."

"Kukuku~." She tilts her head slightly, showing off the graceful curve of her pale neck beneath that wide-brimmed red hat. "Now then, my dear Master~..." Her voice takes on a sultry edge as she presses down on the gas pedal just a little harder. "You owe me for pulling your charming self out of there, and I’ve already got soooo many ideas about how you’ll repay me. Ufufu~!"

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. Ishtar.

"H-Hey! Listen up, you freeloader!" Ishtar's voice booms across the neon-lit night, her black twintails flowing dramatically as she plants her hands on her hips. "You may have paid me back that million QP I lent you to get into Casino Pharaoh, but what about the interest?! Do you think my generosity comes without strings?!" She huffs and look away with a forced pout. Her opened pink hoodie revealing a white one-piece swimsuit. "If you don’t want to go crawling into my mines to dig for jewels like the little debt-slave you are, then you’ll just have to help me get my gem back—the Eye of Medjed! That stupid casino still has it after..." Her voice drops to an awkward mutter as she scratches her cheek. "...after I maybe sorta accidentally lost it in there." Her face flushes crimson. "A-And maybe caused this whole mess in the first place… b-but that’s not the point!"

"Kukuku~ Oh my~ What a delightful proposition!" Carmilla purrs as she steps out of her red convertible. She adjusts her wide-brimmed red hat before tossing a calling card directly at Ishtar— "Mistress C accepts your terms 💋." It smacks Ishtar on the forehead before fluttering down to the pavement. Carmilla tilts down her sunglasses to reveal gleaming yellow eyes. "You’ve come to just the right person! Mistress C, Phantom Thief extraordinaire, at your service~. And by ‘at your service,’ I mean... let’s talk sponsorship opportunities, darling deity." She leans in closer, her pale skin glowing under the streetlights. "Think about it: I retrieve your precious gem while simultaneously showcasing my unrivaled talents. You fund my future endeavors—purely for business reasons, of course—and everyone wins! Ufufu~ Isn't that simply divine?"

"Wh-What?! Did you just throw a card at my face?!" Ishtar sputters indignantly as she snatches up the card and glares at it like it insulted her ancestors. After a stunned silence (and some furious muttering), she eventually tosses her hair back with a showy huff. "Fine! You’ve got yourself a deal, Mistress Whatever-Your-Face-Is! But I’m adding some conditions of my own!" She points dramatically at the Master. "First off, I’ll throw in this Challenge Ticket." A golden ticket materializes in her hand before she slaps it onto his chest. "It’s your entry pass for one of those Seven Duels of Swordbeauties or whatever—don’t say I never gave you anything!" She then snaps her fingers, and Siegfried appears out of nowhere with a blank stare. "Secondly... I’m taking him hostage!" She jabs a thumb toward Siegfried’s muscular frame. "He’ll mine gems in my mines until you finish this whole heist thing! Now hurry up and get moving before I change my mind!"

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. Hokusai. We’re gonna need a team: God Help Us All!

"Listen closely, darlings~!" Carmilla's sultry voice cuts through the roaring engine of her red convertible as it tears across the neon-lit streets of Vegas. Her pale fingers grip the wheel with confident elegance, her red hat fluttering in the wind. "To pull off this heist at Casino Pharaoh, we’ll need the crème de la crème of socialites. Only those with unparalleled class, sophistication, and connections can navigate this labyrinth of luxury and danger." She swerves suddenly— VRRROOOOOM! —narrowly missing Elizabeth Bathory, who screeches and leaps out of the way like a startled cat. "Oopsie~! Anyway, as I was saying," she adjusts her sunglasses without a care, "socialites are uniquely suited to this mission because only they can match the extravagance needed to infiltrate such an establishment. It’s simple logic, really."

"Are you hearing yourself?!" Hokusai leans forward from the backseat, clutching onto Toto-sama, who jiggles nervously in her lap. "What part of this makes sense?! And aren’t we going way too fast?!" She gestures wildly as streetlights blur past them. "Seriously, I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes—TWICE!"

"The first recruit," Carmilla continues smoothly, entirely ignoring Hokusai’s outburst, "is an exquisite woman whose socialite skills are absolutely lethal. Oh my~ She’s got that brooding allure that makes everyone around her feel like they’ve been dunked headfirst into cold champagne." With an elegant flick of the wheel, Carmilla spins the car into a sharp U-turn— SCREEEEEECH! —and barrels toward Elizabeth Bathory again. The poor girl dives into a bush with a terrified scream. "Her ability to unnerve even the most paranoid of hosts is exactly what we need to shut down Scheherazade’s neurotic little security system."

"Wait... Did we just hit someone?!" Hokusai cranes her neck to look behind them but sees only a cloud of dust and Elizabeth's distant wailing. "And what do you mean ‘brooding allure’? Are you recruiting for a heist or hosting some creepy vampire tea party?!"

"Next up," Carmilla hums cheerfully as she cranks up the speed again, "is another divine creature of high society—a woman who practically invented confidence. She’s got poise sharper than any blade and curves deadlier than Cleopatra herself." Without warning— RRRRRRRRM!! —she veers toward Elizabeth Bathory for a third time, forcing her to roll away into a fountain while shrieking something about lawsuits. "This one? Oh my~ She’ll counter Cleopatra’s dominatrix energy by turning it into a clash between queens. A battle of venomous charm! Kukuku~… It’ll be glorious."

"Counter Cleopatra?! What does that even mean?!" Hokusai throws up her hands in exasperation, barely holding onto Toto-sama as Carmilla drifts around another corner at breakneck speed. "You’re just spouting nonsense now! And I’m pretty sure we’ve committed vehicular manslaughter at least once by now!"

"And finally," Carmilla continues unfazed, adjusting her red hat while casually revving the engine, "we have someone truly exceptional—a reclusive princess whose eccentricities are simply misunderstood genius. A woman so mysterious that she practically embodies intrigue itself." She swerves dramatically once more— VVVRROOOOOOM!!! —clipping Elizabeth Bathory as she dives behind a bench. "Her strategic mind is perfect for navigating Medjed’s death traps with grace and ease. Truly indispensable for our success."

"No no no NO!" Hokusai clutches her head in despair. "You’re not describing people—you’re describing characters from some bad soap opera! And I’m PRETTY sure we just ran over someone’s soul back there! Are you even listening to yourself?! God help us all!"

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. Consort Yu. Exploding Elegance.

"Go away," Consort Yu deadpans, not even glancing up from her cocktail as she sits perched at the bar like a disdainful cat. Her long brown hair cascades over the black fur collar of her evening coat, draped loosely over a slinky black dress that clings to her like liquid shadow. "I’m not interested in whatever idiotic scheme you two bloodbags are here to pitch." She takes a slow sip of her drink before slamming it down with a venomous glare at the Master. "Casinos are vile pits of human desperation, and I’d burn them all to ash if I could! Do you know what I’ve lost here? My jade comb! My husband’s favorite chess set! A priceless ancient vase!" Her voice softens dramatically as her crimson eyes shimmer with sudden longing. "And worst of all… my darling Xiang Yu is nowhere to hold me close and whisper sweet nothings into my ear... Haaah~! What’s the point of immortality if your heart is constantly shattered by this wretched world?!"

"Oh my~! Such elegance, such rage, such devastating beauty!" Carmilla gushes as she steps forward, adjusting the slit in her crimson dress with a graceful gesture before tossing a calling card directly onto Consort Yu's lap— "Mistress C is enchanted 💋." She leans in closer, oozing admiration. "Your intellect is unparalleled, darling. That icy arrogance? Divine. And as for your disdain for mortals? Utterly inspiring." She gives an exaggerated sigh that flutters the feather on her red hat. "Why, someone like you would be perfect for shutting down Scheherazade’s defenses. Just imagine… your immortal brilliance shining through as you… oh, I don’t know… dramatically self-detonate at the perfect moment? Ufufu~! But only if it’s convenient for you, of course."

"So it is about blowing me up!" Consort Yu snaps, slamming her glass down so hard it nearly shatters. "You’re all insane! Bloodsucking lunatics with delusions of grandeur!" Her voice rises as she points an accusatory finger at Carmilla. "You think I don’t see through your fancy words and ridiculous compliments?! All you want is for me to turn into a walking bomb and save your sorry hides! Well guess what—I'm not doing it!" She crosses her arms and huffs loudly, looking away with a pout.

"My dear Consort, I assure you, we do not need you solely for your ability to… well… combust so spectacularly." Carmilla coos soothingly, adjusting her sunglasses like a high-society predator ready to pounce. "No no no. You are far more than just an explosion waiting to happen. And let’s be honest…" Her voice drops into a conspiratorial whisper, "...don’t you want revenge on these wretched casinos? To make them pay for robbing you blind?" She leans back with a sly smile, "And if something were to go ‘boom’ along the way… well~ that’s just icing on the cake."

"IT’S STILL ABOUT ME EXPLODING!!" Yu screeches, throwing up her hands in frustration before jabbing one sharp nail toward Carmilla's smug face. "Every single word out of your mouth is just thinly veiled nonsense about turning me into a glorified firecracker!" She pinches the bridge of her nose and groans dramatically before gesturing wildly at nothing in particular. "Fine! Fine—I’ll join your ridiculous little gang. But only because this casino deserves divine punishment for its crimes against fashion and common sense!" Her crimson eyes narrow with fury as she adds, "But let me make this clear: I am NOT exploding unless absolutely necessary!"

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. Scathach. Queen of Boredom.

"My, my~ What is such an elegant lady doing in a filthy alley like this?" Carmilla strides forward, the slit in her crimson dress swaying with calculated grace as she adjusts the wide brim of her feathered red hat. She stops just short of Scathach, who leans lazily against the graffiti-covered wall in her scarlet bikini and matching sarong, legs crossed like boredom incarnate. "Surely someone so refined has better places to be? Or perhaps... there’s simply nothing exciting left for you in this city?" A calling card suddenly appears between Carmilla's fingers, which she nonchalantly flicks at Scathach’s face. "Mistress C demands an answer: Are you bored or just pretending to be cool? 💋."

"Hah. You’re not wrong," Scathach replies, snatching the card mid-air without looking up. She uncrosses her legs and stretches, cracking her neck before speaking with casual indifference. "I came to Vegas expecting desperate gamblers—people who’d sold their souls to these casinos. I thought I’d find fools prowling the shadows, ready to risk their lives in a fight just to scrape together enough money for another spin of the wheel." She shrugs, brushing a strand of burgundy hair over her shoulder. "So I wandered through alleys like bait… hoping someone would attack me. Challenge me. Fight me to the death." Her piercing red eyes finally meet Carmilla’s gaze as she sighs heavily. "But no one took the bait. Every single one of them ran away screaming like I was some kind of monster."

"Ufufu~! What a magnificent display of socialite behavior!" Carmilla claps her gloved hands together dramatically, tilting her head as if genuinely impressed. "I should’ve known—you’re not just any warrior; you’re a diamond among us high-society elites!" She steps closer, gesturing wildly with both hands as though presenting Scathach to an imaginary audience. "Your poise! Your confidence! The way you exude danger while maintaining such impeccable fashion sense! Truly inspiring." She tosses another calling card at Scathach’s feet: "Mistress C formally invites you to join the most glamorous heist in history 💋." Leaning in conspiratorially, Carmilla continues, "We’ll be infiltrating Casino Pharaoh—for reasons that are entirely above board—and I know your… unique talents will make all the difference. Let’s just say... they’ll never see us coming."

"Hmph," Scathach smirks faintly as she flicks the card between her fingers like a kunai. "I don’t know what half of that nonsense means." She pushes off the wall and stretches again, this time rolling her shoulders as if warming up for battle. "But if it involves excitement... danger... maybe even death?" The faintest glimmer of anticipation flashes across her otherwise stoic expression as she twirls the card once more before tucking it into her sarong. "Then count me in. Whatever this is, I’m sure it will be worth my time."

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. Osakabehime. The NEET and the Heist.

"Yamete kudastop! I already lost, okay?!" Osakabehime flails helplessly from her mountain of dakimakura, her long black hair cascading over the pink military jacket hanging off her shoulders. Her purple eyes glisten with melodramatic tears as she hugs a sketchpad close to her chest. "If I don’t finish my Kiyo-Kyo x Ma-chan High School AU doujinshi by sunrise, Kiyohime’s gonna BURN ME ALIVE IRL! Like majireal flames! Ganbatte? More like ganbare for my LIFE!" She wiggles deeper into her blanket pile, only her bandana-covered head sticking out. "And besides," she sniffs indignantly, "I’m not a socialite—I’m a super hikikomori NEET otaku supreme! You think I leave this room for anything less than a limited-edition Blu-ray box set? Nani kore nonsense you’re spouting!"

"Oh my~ How adorable," Carmilla purrs, completely unfazed as she looms over the pink disaster zone of Osakabehime's room. She tilts her hat ever-so-slightly, red dress gleaming against the glow of multiple monitors displaying anime splash screens. "A self-proclaimed recluse with such... eccentric charm. A creative mastermind spinning tales of forbidden high school love. Truly, you embody the mysterious allure of a socialite perfectly." With a single elegant gesture, she tosses a calling card onto one of Osakabehime's gaming keyboards— "Mistress C cordially invites you to stop being useless 💋." —before grabbing Osakabehime by the ankle and yanking her out of the blankets with surprising strength. "Now then, my dear princess~ Let’s not waste your talents on mere fanfiction when we could be robbing casinos together. Unless..." Her yellow eyes glint dangerously behind those oversized sunglasses as she leans in, "...you’d prefer I let Kiyohime know about your little... delays?"

"Ma-chan! TAAAASUKETEEEEEE!!" Osakabehime screeches, scrambling to grab onto literally anything as Carmilla drags her out of the room like she’s taking out the trash. "This is majiwhaaat levels of unfair!! How am I supposed to play ojou-sama?! Do I need to go ‘Ohohoho~’ or something?! Aaaahhh—what in the sekai is happening?! Yamerooo! I just wanted to draw my ships!" Her voice echoes down the hallway as she's hauled off toward inevitable doom—or at least an extremely glamorous heist.

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. Phantom Thief Training: Celebrity Bitch Edition

"Alright, my little disasters, pay attention~!" Carmilla steps forward. Her white hair flutters under the wide brim of her red hat as she taps a finger against her chin. "Step one: infiltration! We’ll waltz into Casino Pharaoh like we own the place—but not as ourselves. Oh no~." She flicks a calling card at the Master’s chest— "Mistress C decrees you unworthy 💋." —before continuing with a smirk. "We’ll be bitchy celebrities. Arrogant. Disdainful. The kind who make people hate themselves for existing in your presence! Now then…" She gestures dramatically toward Consort Yu. "Darling, show us how it’s done."

"Haaah~, fine," Consort Yu sighs, brushing imaginary lint off her sleek black evening dress. Her long brown hair falls in perfect waves as she narrows her crimson eyes at the Master like he’s a stain on her designer shoes. "You? A bodyguard? Don’t make me laugh." She snorts derisively and pushes an invisible strand out of his face. "You couldn’t protect a paper bag from getting wet." With a dramatic flourish, she turns her back on him, waving dismissively. "Do yourself a favor: stay out of my way, and maybe I won’t fire you before this charade starts."

"Hmph. Watch and learn," Scathach declares, striding forward in her crimson bikini and sarong tied loosely at her hips. Her burgundy hair falls over one shoulder as she crosses her arms and surveys the Master. "You’re weak," she states flatly, circling him. "No presence. No power. Honestly, if someone attacked us in that casino? I wouldn’t even need to lift a finger—they’d ignore you entirely." She pauses behind him and leans down slightly. "And if they didn’t? Well…" Her lips curl into an almost imperceptible smirk. "...It might be fun to watch you squirm."

"N-Nani kore?! Majirelly?!" Osakabehime stumbles forward next, tripping over the hem of her pink military jacket draped over a bikini. She tries to strike a pose but immediately loses balance. "Ohohoho~! Wait—wrong vibe! Uh… uh… YAMERO!" Pointing dramatically at the Master, she shouts, "How dare YOU breathe MY air?! Do you think peasants can just exist near royalty without permission?! Ma-chan?! Apologize right now or I’ll call Kiyo-chi to burn you alive!!" She flails uselessly with the parasol before dropping it entirely. "Sugoi despairrr! Why is this so hard?!"

"And finally..." Carmilla steps forward herself with serpentine grace while giving everyone else an amused glance. "Let me show you amateurs how it’s done." She drags her fingers lightly across the Master’s shoulder while circling him slowly in calculated elegance. "Darling~," she purrs mockingly, "this is what passes for style these days? Haaaaah~ pathetic." Stopping directly in front of him, she tilts his chin upward with one finger before flicking it away dismissively. "Tsk tsk tsk, I’ve seen scarecrows with better posture." A calling card lands neatly in his pocket— "Mistress C recommends immediate self-reflection 💋." Leaning closer with a sly smile, Carmilla adds, "So… whose performance did you enjoy most? Or shall we keep practicing until you’re thoroughly humbled?"

Dazzling Las Vegas.1st Ascension. Consort Yu. The Karen Gambit

"Alright, darling~," Carmilla purrs as the group stands at the grand entrance of Casino Pharaoh, her crimson dress shimmering under the flickering gold lights. "Time for phase two. And this one’s aaaall you, my divine Consort." Adjusting her red hat with a dramatic flourish, she tosses a calling card onto Yu’s clutch bag— "Mistress C believes in your inner Karen 💋." —before smirking. "Now go forth and unleash that bitchy celebrity charm on Scheherazade. Make it loud, make it petty, make it... utterly insufferable." She waves her hand dismissively as though releasing an attack dog. "Go on now. Complain like the fate of this plan depends on it—which it does."

"Haaah~! What a waste of my talent," Consort Yu mutters dramatically, brushing her long brown hair behind one shoulder before marching to the center of the casino floor. She plants herself firmly in front of a startled employee and shouts with all the fury of a thousand Yelp reviewers, "CALL THE MANAGER IMMEDIATELY!" As Scheherazade nervously approaches in her ornate blue bodice and sheer white veil, Yu spins to face her with a venomous glare. "You call THIS luxury?! The bathroom towels are folded WRONG! They’re triangles when they should be SQUARES!" She crosses her arms indignantly and adds, "And don’t get me STARTED on the champagne flutes—the stems are too short! How am I supposed to feel elegant if I look like I’m drinking out of a juice cup?!"

"Oh dear, oh dear!" Scheherazade clutches her clipboard tightly, scrambling to jot down notes as if Yu’s absurd complaints were carved into stone tablets by gods. "I deeply apologize for this oversight! I will personally instruct housekeeping to fold all towels into perfect squares from now on—perhaps even rectangles for added variety?" She furiously scribbles before looking up nervously. "As for the champagne flutes… Oh no! I’ll replace them immediately with longer-stemmed models imported from France! And—and perhaps add gold plating to enhance their elegance?!" Sweat drips down her temple as she bows repeatedly. "Thank you so much for bringing these critical issues to my attention!"

Yu glares over Scheherazade's bowed head toward Carmilla, who stands watching from afar with feigned innocence, idly adjusting her hat while pretending not to notice. Realization dawns on Consort Yu’s face like thunderclouds rolling in. "Oh. You’ve got to be kidding me," she growls under her breath. "You KNEW this neurotic mess wouldn’t actually shut up!" Staring daggers at Carmilla one last time, she lets out an exasperated groan before muttering, "Fine... but you owe me for this."

With a resigned sigh that quickly turns into an explosive roar—literally—Yu detonates in a spectacular burst of blood and chaos that splatters across Scheherazade's pristine outfit. The casino manager freezes mid-bow before letting out a faint whimper and collapsing into a dead faint on the floor.

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. Osakabehime. The Medjed Army

"Alright, Osakabehime, it’s time for phase three," Carmilla announces, her red hat tilted just enough to give her an air of commanding authority. "Your job is simple: create as many origami clones as possible and force them into Medjed’s fabulous white sheets. Every single one. No excuses." She tosses a calling card onto Osakabehime's pile of pink props— "Mistress C demands maximum chaos 💋." —before snapping her fingers dramatically. "Let’s get folding!"

"Nani kore?!" Osakabehime groans, summoning a swarm of paper clones that spring to life across the casino floor like an anime convention gone rogue. "Majirelly? All this effort just to cosplay as pillowcases? Sugoi genius plan, Carmilla-sama!" She waves her hand sarcastically as the clones dutifully don Medjed sheets. "Because clearly step one wasn’t bonkers enough! ‘Let's play bitchy celebrities,’ you said! And step two? Oh sure, let’s blow up Consort Yu in front of a neurotic manager! Totally necessary! Yamerooo~!"

"Kukuku~! You’re such a delightful little complainer," Carmilla smirks, adjusting her crimson dress as she grabs a white sheet and tosses it over herself with zero hesitation. "But let me explain it again for your adorable rotten brain: a horde of fake Medjeds will cause absolute chaos in the casino. Security systems can’t focus on us if they’re chasing their own ghosts, now can they?" She pulls another sheet over the Master with exaggerated flair. "Oh, and don’t forget—the traps in this place won’t activate on casino workers. So yes, darling—you too must embrace the look."

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. Cleopatra. Mud Wrestling Madness

"Halt!" Cleopatra steps forward in her sleek black leather shorts and knee-high boots, her green hair whipping dramatically as she raises a hand to stop the group. "You dare desecrate the sacred Pyramid of Medjed with your presence? Unforgivable! Such insolence deserves divine punishment!" She places one hand on her hip while casually spinning a golden pen in the other. "And by punishment, I mean an execution preceded by a comprehensive eight-hour lecture on Medjed’s divine magnificence!" She pauses for effect before adding nonchalantly, "Oh, and perhaps some light bondage—nothing too extreme, just ropes and blindfolds, you know, purely ceremonial." Her smile is regal yet terrifyingly casual. "Shall we begin?"

"Enough talk," Scathach interrupts, stepping forward in her scarlet bikini with a calm yet challenging aura. "You can’t lecture us about honor when you’re the one dishonoring yourself by serving in this casino. Is this what it means to be a Pharaoh? Truly pathetic." She crosses her arms and tilts her head slightly. "If you wish to prove yourself as a true socialite—a queen among queens—then there’s only one way…" She points directly at Cleopatra with unwavering confidence. "Mud wrestling. In swimsuits. A battle where fists speak louder than words! This is how real celebrities settle disputes."

"EXCUSE ME?!" Cleopatra freezes mid-spin of her pen, her jaw dropping as she glares at Scathach. "Mud wrestling?! In swimsuits?! Where did you even get that idea?! That’s not how ANYTHING works! Are you all out of your minds?! What kind of half-baked lunacy is this?!"

"Oh my~ But Cleopatra," Carmilla interjects smoothly, adjusting the brim of her hat as she steps between them, "surely someone as glamorous and iconic as yourself wouldn’t back down from such a challenge? Especially…" She leans in just slightly with a mischievous glint in her eye. "...if Caesar himself were to witness it. I hear he’s been quite... curious about your performance lately."

"Caesar will…?" Cleopatra’s cheeks flush bright red as she stumbles over her words, twirling a strand of green hair nervously around her finger. "Ahem! Well… I suppose it would be remiss of me to deny such an opportunity to showcase my elegance and skill before an audience." She straightens up quickly, attempting to regain composure while muttering under breath, "It’s for cultural enrichment... yes, nothing more." Looking at Scathach with renewed determination, she declares, "Very well! I accept your ridiculous proposal. Let us go—this Pharaoh fears no mud!"

Dazzling Las Vegas. 1st Ascension. MEDJED. Statue Chaos Unleashed

"So, you thought you could steal the Eye of Medjed and escape unscathed?!" MEDJED’s voice booms through the casino, her white-sheeted figure floating ominously above the group. The eye holes in her sheet glow with divine fury. "You dare insult MY sacred artifact?! Such insolence cannot go unanswered! Prepare yourselves for divine judgment!" She raises her ethereal arms, and with a flash of light, three statues spring to life before them.

"Ugh, what is this nonsense?!" The first statue—a stone woman holding a staff—crosses her marble arms and looks away with a haughty scoff. "I didn’t ask to be summoned here! Who even ARE you people?! Do you think I want to waste my time on some ragtag group of losers?" She stomps one stone foot petulantly before pointing at the Master. "And YOU! Don’t look at me like that! Idiot... it’s not like I’m fighting because I WANT to or anything… baka!"

"Oh-ho-ho~ What do we have here?" The second statue—a muscular male figure carved in unnervingly precise detail—leans forward with a lecherous grin etched into its face. "Now THIS is a crowd worth sculpting." He winks—yes, the statue somehow winks—at Consort Yu first. "Hey there, princess, can I call you ‘Boom Babe’? Because that little explosion trick earlier? Hoooo~ mama." Then he swivels his head toward Osakabehime. "And you? Love the pink aesthetic. Cute... but filthy. Just how I like it." Finally, he turns to Scathach and whistles appreciatively. "Now YOU look like a lady who can choke a guy out in more ways than one. Respect."

"Wait… wait…" The third figure steps forward—an unmistakable giant with bulging muscles, massive tusks, and royal robes draped dramatically over his hulking blue frame. "This is NOT what I signed up for!" Ivan the Terrible gestures toward MEDJED with one enormous hand, his tone booming and threatening despite the clear exasperation in his words. "I came to Vegas looking for a JOB, not to be dragged into some divine hissy fit! You think it’s easy finding honest mammoth-related employment in this city?!" He glares down at the group, crossing his massive arms. "And YOU!" He points at the Master suddenly. "Don’t look so pathetic! If we’re all going to survive this ridiculous mess, you’d better stand up straight and ACT like a leader!" He pauses for a beat before muttering under his breath, "Honestly... what is this place?"

"Kukuku~ Oh my~," Carmilla smirks as she adjusts her red hat, clearly unfazed by the chaos unfolding around her. "A tsundere rock, a perverted sculpture, and an unfortunate Ivan? Truly… this must be fate."

Dazzling Las Vegas. 2nd Ascension. Vlad III. Noble Lessons

"Kukuku~ Oh my~," Carmilla chuckles to herself, perched elegantly on the edge of a rooftop in her revealing red latex attire. The glowing chaos of Casino Pharaoh reflects off her outfit as she twirls the Eye of Medjed in one hand, its ethereal light dancing across her pale fingers. "Look at them down there—completely outmatched! Flailing around like children lost in a maze." She smirks, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "Truly, they’re lucky to have even made it this far without me. I mean, what could they possibly accomplish without their Mistress C?" Her words drip with mockery, but the faintest tremble betrays her bravado.

"You’ve fallen far, Carmilla." A deep, measured voice cuts through the shadows behind her. Vlad III emerges from the darkness with an air of quiet disapproval, his black coat billowing slightly in the night breeze. "Theft? Abandonment? Is this how a noble carries herself? You disgrace not only yourself but your lineage." He steps closer, his piercing gaze locked onto her like a stern grandfather reprimanding a wayward child.

"Haaah~ Spare me your self-righteous lectures," Carmilla snaps back with a smirk that’s more defensive than amused. She stands and places one hand on her hip, tilting her head mockingly as her white hair falls over one shoulder. "Do you think I care about honor? I’m capricious! I’m cruel! I’m evil!" She throws her arms out dramatically. "I abandoned those fools because it amused me! Because watching them fail is infinitely more entertaining than helping them succeed!" Her laugh rings hollow as she adds, "That’s who I am—Mistress C, the heartless thief! Kukuku~!"

"Lies," Vlad states simply, his voice unwavering. He crosses his arms and looks at her with calm authority. "You can lie to yourself all you want, Carmilla... but I know why you do this." He gestures toward the Eye of Medjed in her hand. "You steal not out of malice or greed. You steal because you want to restore your castle—to reclaim what was taken from you." His tone softens slightly. "I cannot forgive you for falling so low... but I understand."

Carmilla freezes for just a moment before scoffing loudly and turning away from him. "Hmph! So what if it’s true? What would you know about loss?"

"Loss is nothing compared to dishonor," Vlad replies firmly. "A castle is meaningless without loyal subjects to fill its halls. An aristocrat’s worth is not measured by their property but by their deeds and their words." He steps closer until he’s standing beside her at the edge of the roof. "If you wish to restore your castle... then act like someone worthy of ruling it. Return to those you’ve abandoned and prove that your honor still exists—if not for yourself, then for those who still believe in you."

Carmilla clenches her fists tightly around the Eye of Medjed, trembling with frustration—and something deeper she refuses to name. "Tsk… You’re insufferable," she snaps, glaring at him over her shoulder. "Always so wise and noble... It makes me sick!" But before Vlad can respond, she turns and leaps off the rooftop without another word.

"Clad in bloody crimson, I live in the shadow of night." With an earsplitting screech of tires and roaring flames, Carmilla's red convertible—her Noble Phantasm—crashes directly into Ivan the Terrible mid-chaos. The giant stumbles back with an offended shout as Carmilla steps out gracefully from behind the wheel and ends her chant: "My prey cannot escape me... This is the iron maiden fit for this summer. 'Testarossa Maiden.'"

"Kukuku~ Don’t get used to it," Carmilla retorts with feigned indifference before turning toward the Master with a sly smile. "I only returned because our dear Master is just so cute when he’s helpless. Consider this charity~."

Dazzling Las Vegas. 3rd Ascension. Gildalay Hotel.

"Ufufu~ What a magnificent spectacle," Carmilla sighs, reclining lazily on an air mattress in the pool, her body draped in a black bikini with sheer gothic sleeves flowing like shadows over the water. "A daring heist. Explosions. Mud wrestling. Animated statues throwing tantrums—oh my~!" She adjusts her sunglasses with a smirk as she looks at the Master sitting by the pool. "It was stylish, sexy, and utterly phenomenal—everything a proper plan should be! Admit it, darling, you’ve never seen anything quite so breathtakingly chaotic."

"Haaah~ Of course, I had the perfect team," she continues, twirling one finger dismissively as if it were all obvious. "Consort Yu? A walking grenade of elegance and rage—truly explosive in every sense. Osakabehime? A NEET disaster turned Medjed cosplay queen; adorable and surprisingly useful." She waves a hand lazily before adding, "And Scathach… well, she made mud wrestling look positively regal." Smirking slyly, she shrugs. "Even that rude little samurai fangirl Hokusai managed to pull her weight... somehow."

"But you know," she leans slightly off the air mattress, resting her chin on one hand as her gaze flickers meaningfully toward the Master, "I’ve learned something from all this chaos." Her lips curl into a sly smile as she tilts her head just slightly. "There are treasures far more captivating than gold or jewels—ones that shine brightest when stolen under just the right circumstances." She lets out a soft chuckle before lying back again. "And who knows? I may have already found my next target... Kukuku~."

Casino Pharaoh. Cleopatra. BAD END.

"Pathetic," Cleopatra sneers, her long green hair swishing as she saunters in front of the Master, who’s tied to a chair with ropes. Her black leather shorts perfectly outlining her round ass and accentuating her supple thighs encased in sheer brown tights. "You dared to violate the sacred laws of my pyramid? You tried to rob ME, Cleopatra VII?! Haaah~!" She twirls a gold pen between her fingers before pointing it at him accusingly. "You’ve insulted Medjed, offended your Pharaoh, and now... you will face divine punishment."

"Let us begin!" With a dramatic flourish, she clicks the remote in her other hand, bringing up the first slide of an eight-hour PowerPoint presentation titled: "The Divine Glory of Medjed: Why You Suck and Why Medjed Doesn’t." Cleopatra stands tall in her chic black-and-white shirt, flicking through slides with one hand while gesturing wildly with the other. "Behold! Medjed’s sacred sheet represents purity! His glowing eyes? Divine wrath! And you?" She leans down suddenly, her gold laurel crown glinting as she smirks inches from his face. "You’re not even worthy to look at this PowerPoint—but I’m generous enough to let you suffer through it anyway."

"But enough theory!" She abruptly straightens up and tosses the remote aside, crossing her arms over her ample breasts. "Let me explain your fate more clearly." Her grin turns wicked as she tilts his chin up. "Your mind will be rewritten—remade into a loyal Servant of Medjed. You’ll worship him. Obey him. Love him." Her voice drops into something teasingly cruel as she adds, "And if that’s not humiliating enough? Don’t worry—I have ropes, collars, and blindfolds ready for your... training." She lets out an amused chuckle while stepping back slowly, "Haaah~ This is what happens when you insult a queen."

Casino Pharaoh. Scheherazade. BAD END.

"Please… forgive me!" Scheherazade whimpers, her trembling hands working frantically to tighten the ropes binding the Master to an elaborately gilded chair. Dark brown skin gleams under the casino’s golden lights, accentuating the way her shiny blue bodice crushes against her massive breasts. Her gold thong digs deep into her wide hips and round ass, leaving visible indents in the supple flesh beneath, while her long white skirt flutters uselessly around plump thighs. "I-I have no choice! If I let you go, Medjed will come for ME instead! And I… I don’t want to die! Not again!"

"I-it’s your fault this has to happen!" She blurts out while pacing nervously in front of him, arms bandaged tight as though she’s already bracing for punishment herself. "Breaking into Casino Pharaoh… D-defying Medjed… You’re forcing my hand!" She gestures toward a massive glowing book mounted on a pedestal nearby, its pages brimming with magical energy. "I’ll rewrite your story! T-turn you into a character in one of my tales—an obedient knight sworn to protect me until the end of time!" Her ample chest bounces slightly as she spins dramatically toward him before freezing mid-motion, her face flushing scarlet. "N-not in a romantic way! O-of course not! J-just… narratively convenient!"

Her panic only grows as she fumbles through more excuses, avoiding his gaze entirely while nervously fiddling with the sheer white veil draped over her face. "A-and obviously it won’t hurt or anything! Probably." She glances back at the glowing book with wide eyes before muttering, "Though there might be... side effects? Y-you might forget who you are entirely… and maybe fall madly in love with me? B-but that would just be part of the story rewrite!" Her voluptuous ass sways as she turns away suddenly, covering her burning face with both hands. "I-it’s not like I planned this or anything! You’re just leaving me no choice!"

Casino Pharaoh. MEDJED. BAD END?

"Foolish mortal!" MEDJED looms over the defeated Master, her glowing eyes burning with divine fury as her sheet billows dramatically in the nonexistent wind. "You dared to challenge the sacred pyramid and failed spectacularly! Now, you shall face a punishment so severe, so terrifying, that even the gods themselves would tremble!" She raises her arms in an exaggerated pose of wrath. "Prepare for eternal torment in the form of… uh… unending sandstorms! Cursed hieroglyph puzzles! And… AND an eternity without air conditioning! Yes!"

With a sudden exasperated huff, MEDJED yanks the sheet off herself, revealing Nitocris underneath, her dark skin flushed crimson with embarrassment and irritation. "Ugh! Enough already!" Her long purple hair falls over her shoulders as she throws the sheet aside and crosses her arms tightly over her chest, glaring at the Master. "Do you have ANY idea how humiliating this is for me?! Losing to you? That I could’ve expected—kind of…" She looks away with a pout, fidgeting slightly. "B-but YOU losing to ME?! I wasn’t even in control of myself! How does that even happen?! Baka!" She stomps one foot in frustration as she mutters, "Not that I actually wanted you to win or anything... but still!"

"And now," she continues, turning back to him with an adorable mix of anger and panic, "you’re going to help me fix this mess!" She gestures wildly at the casino around them, her voice rising in pitch with tsundere indignation. "Do you even realize what I’ve done while possessed?! Turning my sacred pyramid into this ridiculous casino?! It’s mortifying! Shameful! Haaah~ I’m ready to die from embarrassment right here and now!" But then she hesitates, glancing sheepishly back at the glittering walls. "...B-but also… they worked so hard on it..." Her cheeks flush again as she huffs, "D-don’t misunderstand! I’m not saying we should keep it like this! But maybe we don’t have to destroy ALL of it right away? Just fix it properly first! Y-you owe me that much after being such a failure!"