Olga Marie
Olga gave Stella a funny look, an amused smile gracing her lips. Being this naive was pretty cute. Olga considered it a charm point. "Ah, Stella, I didn't mean it like that. Amusement parks are plenty civilized, don't worry." Olga casually threw an arm over her shoulder and followed Nero to the ride she was taking them to. When three woman got to the sign, Olga stopped in her tracks and gave the girl a blank, deadpan look. Was she seriously this oblivious, or just a total sadist? Olga could honestly believe either. Romans were notoriously brutal after all. After a few seconds, Olga lifted Nero up off the ground and slung her over her shoulder. Without missing a beat, she began leading Stella away, ignoring any complaints the empress might have.
“So did your home world not have amusement parks, Stella? I’m in the mood for some bumper cars or go cart racing. I think you’d like them.”