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A smile comes to your Amelia lips and (you are pretty sure) your real life lips as an idea hits you. She wants an Amelia? Then she is going to GET an Amelia.

After taking a few seconds to hype yourself up by picturing yourself as the girl with her heart on her sleeve and her pussy seemingly on speed dial, you have your mind form frown and look at Harmony's as you flop down next to her on the bench and grump, "You want to talk to me, so talk."

Harmony takes a visible deep breath and looks over at you/Amelia as she says, "I do. I said some inappropriate words. I was unaware of the exact nature of your old rivalry and delving into it, I may have misspoken by raising the issue at an inappropriate time and will not do so again. I hope we can clear up this misunderstanding of that and move on with our lives."

An awkward silence falls between the two of you as you wait for Harmony to continue. After a few seconds, you realize she is not and exclaim in a manner that is both your own surprise and what you think Amelia's surprise would be as you mentally exclaim, "That's it?!"

Harmony gives you something that is halfway between another glare and confusion. "I explained what I did that you may have taken as improper behavior and pledged to not repeat it. Is that not enough for you?"

"Hell no, it's not!" you exclaim, mostly back in character now, "You can't even manage an actual 'I'm sorry'?!"

"But I EXPLAINED--"

"I get THAT! But you sound more like a politician than a person! I don't want someone running for the Magical Senate to apologize to me! I want YOU to apologize to me! And that's only if you even MEAN it!"

Harmony seems extra caught off guard by that last exclamation, all but sputtering, "Why wouldn't--"

You have a feeling this would be the moment that Amelia would move in for the metaphorical kill, so you have the mental construct of her that your mind possesses snap with as much venom and scorn as you can make it muster, "Because you WANTED to hurt me! It made you feel GOOD thinking about how you could hurt me! You were probably thinking 'well, I put that low-class bitch in her place' after saying it! The only reason you changed your mind and feel bad is because Stud got mad at you, wasn't it?!"

Harmony's mental construct starts to become slightly translucent as does everything else around you. Her shoulders visibly slump and she stares down at her feet, unable to answer. Internally, you feel more than a little bad for having gone that far but this may be medicine that the poor little rich girl needs to swallow. To that end, you keep the mental scowl going as you glare at her through psudo-Amelia's eyes. "Yeah," you huff, crossing your arms but not going anywhere as you make the Amelia construct sit back on the bench, "That's what I thought."

"You don't understand the obligations I have," she finally whispers, and you are unsure if she means the actual you or the Amelia-you, "If it were a teacher or family, it would be one thing... but this is... difficult."

A sigh escapes your mental lips as you shake your head and you decide to let Harmony experience what your best guess at another side of Amelia is. "Look, I get that too," you say, "You've got this whole big family honor stuff that makes it hard to apologize for anything. Especially to someone 'low class'. Just answer me this for now, if you felt you could say that kinda stuff or didn't care about Stud staying angry at you... would you really want to?"

Harmony goes silent again. She seems to be giving it some genuine thought before she finally replies, "You've still kept my secret, even after I delved into yours and weaponized it. I... am not totally ignorant to how poor that kind of behavior is. So, I think, given all that... I SHOULD want to..."

She trails off with a sigh and you join her in it. "... Then how about this?" you ask, "If you can't SAY the words, maybe you can do something else to... show you understand the situation you're in?"

Harmony stiffens, turning to look at you. "... ****, is it?" she asks in return, almost sounding disappointed as a hint of her old haughtiness starts returning to her voice.

"Oh, nothing like that," you say, "Like I said... I just want you to understand something."

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you have your Amelia-self suddenly dart forward and kiss Harmony full on the mouth.

You cannot really feel anything, since it is a mental projection, but the idea of two of the hottest women you know making out is still an arousing one, even if you can only see one half of the equation. Of course, said equation quickly dissipates as Harmony breaks the mental link and the two of you are fully back in the closet and she stares at you with an expression that is flashing between five thousand different emotions. "Wh-What was THAT, Worm?!" she barks, her hand going to her lips.

"Just staying in character," you reply, "Maybe. And just one last reminder that it's not going to be as predictable as you think it's going to be when you do it for real."

Harmony sits there for a second, still idly tracing her lips with her fingers. "So I see," she says before looking away from you.

"Seriously though," you say, "If you're only doing this out of some kind of obligation to save face, she's not going to like that and neither will I, frankly. If you're going to apologize or just signal you would say you're sorry if you could, you better mean it, understand?"

"I... do," Harmony says, her hands dropping into her lap.

You start to get up, but stop suddenly as Harmony sits up straight in a way that lightly thrusts her chest out. "I..." she says, "... suppose you would like some form of payment for your services today."