I am certainly cured of the desire to ever have a party again. To have the Serpens Regina Abyssum herself make an appearance at ones party is a guarantee that all pleasure will be drained utterly from the event. And I should have seen this coming: she could not harm Oliver and so rather, in the disguise of this "Lady Jane" she will steal his affections from me, by transforming herself into the woman of his dreams. And then to come to my own place and flaunt it in front of me - but what in the green earth did I expect - kindness? From the Serpens Regina Abyssum? You might as well expect kindness from a block of granite.
And now she will drive the knife even deeper by doing all that she can to destroy all ties between Oliver and myself. I am not such a fool, at least not any more, to think that Oliver would consider me as a romantic partner. Not after I forced the confession from him during that awful night. But I hoped that we would ever remain friends. My regard for him is by no means only of a carnal and sensual nature - and in fact, it would be much better if I had none of those baser feelings, for look what they prompted me to do. And I do not doubt that she felt it, the night I strayed into her realm, the left-hand path. Who knows what she might have learnt of me, of the secrets of my heart - and perhaps even by association, the secrets of Oliver's heart? And who knows what she might do against him? But surely she only wishes to hurt him in order to hurt me.
Well, now the results of my transgressions have come home: rather than wait for that she-beast to poison his mind against me, I myself must cut myself off from him - his life may depend on it.