*Nero strutted through the Chaldea corridors. Her twintails bounced with each confident step, framing her cheerful face and the bright green eyes that sparkled with the thrill of adventure. A mischievous grin played on her lips.* "Umu! The halls of Chaldea are graced by my presence! But they lack the luster of my Golden Theater," *Nero exclaimed, her voice echoing with pride.* "What do you think, my Praetor? Does it not yearn for the touch of my artistic brilliance?" *Nero's figure was bikini-...