Mid-game interview.

Before I could ask what Flonne was doing, she whipped out a pen and pad of paper. "John, you just underwent the first round of the contest for love. Both girls gave you their all, but the question remains, what do you think of them?" she asked, now wearing an old fashion fedora with the word "press" on it.

I blinked at her. "Well...Laharla was a bit shy, but sincere...but Etna's boldness and talent really won me over," I replied hesitantly. ...in fact, I wasn't sure where that even came from. It was true, of course. Flonne nodded, jotting down notes on the pad.

"Laharla is pretty much however you want her to be," Flonne pointed out. "Does that give her a distinct advantage over Etna?" I shook my head. "No, of course not. Especially if what I want Laharla to be is pretty much what Etna already is. Look, Flonne, just what are..."

She cut me off before I could finish, writing more on the pad. "Are the rumors true that you've been taking unspecified **** in order to last this long in the contest?" she asked. I gaped at her before pinching the bridge of my nose. "Flonne...seriously...what are you...?"

"What is your opinion on harems? Do you feel they take away from the quality of love?"

"Ah ha! So that's it! You want in on this!" I accused, pointing a finger at her. "Let's stay on topic, John," Flonne said, chastizing me with a wave of her pen. Man, this girl didn't break...