Cyclonis turned around from her dozy state of mind to see...a sort of ghost-like, transparent image of a woman. In a dress. With...a low neckline.
The young tyrant shuddered. "And who might you be?" she growled.
"I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you, dearest!" Venus crowed. (Of course, Cyclonis doesn't know that the woman's name is Venus, or that she isn't even really...human. But let's just try to keep a third-person sort of attitude, eh? Besides...she learns her name right about...)
"I'm VENUS!"
Cyclonis' lip curls up. "You're a planet?"
Venus frowned. "Excuse me? I am most certainly not a giant green gassy ball of...gas! I am the Goddess of Love, darling."
Cyclonis snorted. "Love is overrated." Venus lifted her arms; small hearts rained down from the ceiling. Cyclonis flicked them off of her robe with distaste.
"Oh, really? Because it's thing that can save your commander right there," she said, pointing at a still unconscious Dark Ace. Cyclonis raised a dark eyebrow and rolled her eyes.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
Venus leaned against the wall and smiled sadistically.
"It means, daaaaaahling, that you have to..." She flicked a piece of hair behind her ear. "...kiss him."
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A/N: Oh, dear. Cyclonis isn't going to take this well, is she?
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