Open the scene upon two maidens, both noble in heritage, one Coco of House Montrese and the other Alyssa of House Edwards. The wenches feud without end.
Alyssa: (with slight jest) Hark, lady Montrese! before another stroke one would apply to the face which so delicately crafted was, one may wish to include abundance of rose-tones into thy eye.
Coco: (spitefully) How laughable! Trifle thee not with the beat i make as we speak, instead if thou wouldst simply consider thyself’s beat, not once a variation crossed it has, not once a change has struck your features bare, on the runway show you only one look!
Alyssa becomes increasingly agitated
Alyssa: (with aggression) Wench! Behold how the citrus tones dominate your face, the orange climbing like ivy to cover your features, the colour standing garish in the sun’s light.
Both adopt a shakily joking tone, a deeply fragile atmosphere enthralls the room
Coco: Begin not this petty game, foul woman.
Alyssa: To be behind me are thy too familiar, to fall short and face defeat, this petty game thou shalt not here begin to change, mama.
The room grows loud with exclamations of shock and awe
Coco: (bitterly) Now, Alyssa too far pushed this hast! Know your limits, witch.
Alyssa: (in complete jest) Your emotions too deep affected you have, fool! Understand all i said was in jest.
Coco: (with anger) I jestnot,
Coco leaves Alyssa cleft in twain, killing her instantly,
