Roland blinked blearily at the match.
"...I'm...seeing a woman dressed up in bondage gear. Right?" Roland asked Cielo.
"Ya, mon." Cielo nodded.
"But she doesn't have a whip."
"Actually...I hear that depends on which judges ya ask." Cielo answered.
"...Which...judges you ask." "Ya."
"...Does anything else about her depend on that?"
"Well, ya, some allow her to come in the arena dressed up like a big green Tonberry 'ting."
"...is...that so..." Roland chuckled, and turned to leave.
"Hey, mon, where'ya goin'?" Cielo called after him.
"I swear, they must have doubled the proof in my whiskey or something." Roland mumbled to himself. "I'm never drinking the night before a match ever again. This all seemed so normal up until this. But this? I've seen some weird things, but this has to be a hallucination." He said to himself, as he wandered off.
Paine, blissfully-or, at least, non-ragefully-unaware of the reasons, moved on to the next match.
It's fortunate indeed for Roland she didn't find out why he left.
