"You're lying!" Amber's face is twisted in a mask of fury that would make Luigi envious.
Mag looks at her, wide-eyed. "Am I?" She blinks once, twice, and the holographic image plays again.
Amber lunges for Mag's throat as the flickering scene continues; Graverobber's face contorted in pleasure, Mag's slender body writhing beneath him. "You fucking whore!"
Mag scrambles backward, away from the other woman's clawing hands, a mocking, breathless laugh spilling from her lips.
"You just wait." Amber's face is composed now, every bit the arrogant heiress that she is. "You'll be gone soon, and then I'll be the one singing, I'll be the one they're cheering for, I'll be the one they love. I'll take everything that you hold dear and I'll dance on your cold, forgotten grave."
Mag's eyes flicker again. "Tell Graverobber I said 'hello'." Turning, she sweeps out of the room with an air of grace that Amber Sweet couldn't even begin to muster.
"You'll pay for this!" Amber screams. "You'll pay for this, you blind bitch! Just wait and see!"
Her only response is the soft click of the shutting door, and then silence.