"Oh-ho-ho?" said Titanomachia. "I thought you were [i]tired [/i]of losing?"

She leaned down slowly, to allow the imagined Imperial Princess dress to billow behind her in all it's magnificent black finery, lace and gold and weave.

"Trust me, little dove," she quoted. "For one in your position? This is a mercy." She leaned down, eyes absorbing all light. "Let me take care of you~"

And with a sudden rush of her shoulder, stand and straighten, she pulled Madeline Cross up into an over-the-shoulder carry. As though to emphasize the point, she flicked her tail up into her face. One arm locked into place around her knees, and then she was off, striding confidently down the street, prize held securely.