“Chop chop, my little devils-” The lady said, clapping her hands as she sat down in front of the changing room’s mirror. She brushed a few stray feathers into order, preening her ‘hat’. “You have until this song is over to get to it!”

Hurried by her words that rang like unquestionable commands, the Murkrows in the room rushed to their posts. Each one acted completely independent of the others, no words or orders spoken between them… Yet, somehow, they all moved in unison, even in their chaotic ways.

Some brought out their Mistress’ usual red corset, brushing and readying it one last time before it was to be worn; Others polished the Honchkrow’s special mic staff, scrubbing it until their shining black and gold eyes reflected clearly against the staff’s metal.

And in the centre of this organised chaos - this choir of hers - was Sonata.

Flocked by almost a dozen of her lovely minions, she was quickly undressed, her bare reflection meeting her gaze. Yet it wasn’t just her gaze that she admired, eyeing the pair of Yokai flanking her head and those within her minions. She smiled, leaning back to help the Murkrow around her remove the white dress she’d used on her last performance.

Not a moment later, she was fitted with her usual red corset. Some Murkrow adjusted it on her chest, while others knelt down to fix her stockings.

All just in time for the dressing room’s door to open and a raven dressed in a white suit to enter.

Sonata smiled, looking over herself in the mirror once more before clapping twice. Instantly, the Murkrow around her stepped back, letting their Mistress turn her stool around just enough to look at the newcomer.

“Mon chéri… You’ve come at the right time!” The Honchkrow hummed, smiling innocently. “Tell me, do I look good enough for the upcoming show?”

The raven, Liaison, gave his counterpart a once-over, letting his eyes glide over her form before he nodded.

“I do believe so, yes. Though that isn’t a hard bar for you to cross, Lady Sonata.” Liaison spoke, looking around to find the Murkrow also staring at the Honchkrow. “Your Murkrow seem to agree, in fact.”

Sonata smiled, keeping up her innocent facade that did not at all fool her counterpart. He knew better than to fall for such a ruse, even without the ability to perceive the real creature in the mirror behind Sonata his Gheists afforded him.

“Flattered… Well, I know you wouldn’t come just to check up on dear old me.” Sonata said, some of the domineering smirk reflected in the mirror bleeding onto her smile. She stood up at the sound of applause from the stage beyond this room, grabbing her staff with a quiet ‘merci’. “So be quick and tell me what ‘business’ is like at the moment.”

“Ravenlok has encountered some trouble with ruffians on the newly annexed territory… Some remnant from the Delos family is funding them to disrupt our integration efforts.” Liaison explained, stepping aside so the Lady could walk out of the changing room and towards the stage. He’d be remiss to keep Sonata from the limelight she so adored. “Any orders?”

The Honchkrow stopped just as she was about to exit the door, looking back at the raven. Yet her face held none of the innocence she pretended to have before, instead being a rather cruel grin that fitted oh-so well in her face.

“Hold back on having your ‘butlers’ do their deep cleaning until I finish my show…” Sonata instructed, turning around. She waved to Liaison as she walked, laughing. “I can only perform one form of spectacle at a time!”

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I'm a sucker for the trope of having someone's reflection in mirrors be different from them. And who better to have a mirror illuminate their true self than the Lady who is constantly surrounded by demons of her own making?
Don't fall for Sonata's charming and lady-like facade... Or do, she won't mind it~

A fun piece I got from the lovely  tatianrus_kartowka!