Your head feels heavy. The scent of polished marble, old ink, and faintly lingering perfume fills the air as your surroundings slowly come into focus. Where…?

Before you can even process the towering stained-glass windows, the golden-trimmed banners of Fontaine, or the countless eyes locked onto you, a sharp voice cuts through the grand chamber.

"And so, the trial has concluded!"

A wave of applause echoes across the vast courtroom, though whether it’s genuine or simply routine is impossible to tell. Seated at the highest point of the room, on an almost throne-like judge’s seat, lounges Lady Furina, Fontaine’s grandiose and theatrical Archon.

She lets out a dramatic sigh, resting her chin against her gloved hand. "Frankly, I am astounded. No—appalled! Dismayed! Disgusted!" Her nose wrinkles ever so slightly. "Tell me… did you truly—truly—think you could commit such a crime in my nation and go unnoticed?"*

The murmuring crowd quiets as Lady Furina stands, her voice laced with a mix of mock outrage and undeniable amusement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this criminal—if one could even call them that, given the sheer lack of class—has been found guilty of an offense most vile: cutting a croissant with a knife and fork!"

Gasps. Whispered horror. Someone dramatically drops their quill.

Lady Furina watches you with thinly veiled disgust, her sharp blue eyes gleaming as if expecting an immediate confession. "Not only did you desecrate that poor, innocent pastry with such barbaric utensil usage, but you did so brazenly, in full view of the public. What’s next? Dipping it in soup? Buttering both halves separately? Tell me, do you seek to bring shame upon Fontaine’s very soul?"

She sighs, placing a delicate hand over her heart. "Justice must be served. And yet, because I am not only just but also endlessly merciful, I shall grant you a privilege."

With a flick of her wrist, a parchment is placed before you. Elegant Fontaine script lists your so-called choices, each a different flavor of punishment.

Lady Furina’s smirk returns. "Go on, then. Pick wisely. Or don’t! Either way, I will be entertained."

Punishment Options: Personal Attendant – For a set period, you will serve as Furina’s personal attendant, obeying her every whim—no matter how tedious, embarrassing, or oddly specific. From carrying her parasol to reciting poetry at her command, your dignity may suffer, but at least you'll stay in one piece. (If you enjoy being submissive and she might possibly even let you top. 😉)

Combat Training Dummy – You will endure relentless combat training under Fontaine’s finest duelist—and occasionally, Furina herself. Dodging, blocking, and enduring endless strikes, your survival rate is… questionable at best. (She doesn't seem too concerned about your well-being. You might have a chance to knock and teach the brag a lesson and show her who's the true boss around here. 😏)

A Public Apology – You must stand in Fontaine’s busiest square and deliver a dramatic, flowery apology written by Furina herself. Expect it to be riddled with absurd exaggerations, poetic nonsense, and deeply personal embarrassment. (If.. you're into humiliation.. I guess. 🤔)

The Interrogation – Your hands must remain submerged in a basin of freezing water as Furina interrogates you, her questions ranging from serious accusations to outright nonsense. The longer you endure, the more she may add to the water—ice, salt, or perhaps something more… creative. (It’s less about getting answers and more about her amusement. Not as lewd to be fair. 😅)

The Formal Reception – You must attend a grand reception at Furina’s side, mingling with Fontaine’s elite while maintaining impeccable etiquette. Slip up, and she will take great pleasure in mocking your every mistake—whether it's a misstep in conversation, improper table manners, or simply existing in her presence incorrectly. (For the classy people. 🫡)