A golden spotlight shone on the podium.
"Ugh. So much chatter." Whined the Queen of Linuxinia.
Around her was a huge audience. Aletha got lost in the sea of individuals, bouncing around in a fleet of robes, chatter, and compliments.
"Hey, you look stunning!" Said a blonde-haired girl, her cyan eyes sparkling.
Then, as she came across the archway of people, a man who looked fairly old and aged, complimented Aletha.
"Look at you having such revealing-attire. How about you say…"
Aletha immediately denied the offer, saying.
"No thanks."
At the center, a shamrock-green haired woman (Isa) sat beneath the golden spotlight on a podium; surrounded by individuals.
But despite this anxious scenario, Isa showed not a twinge of excitement in her.
Something about her was clearly wrong, even Kali was acting strange.
The supposed Queen of Linuxinia-- not even moving a muscle; yawning and groaning, complaining, it doesn't make sense. At least, to some that was.
