"Um? Excuse me?? Do you mind??? You're ruining my show????"

That last one isn't a question, but she's built up too much momentum to keep the rising inflection out of her voice. The effort it would have taken to wrench her voice down to the proper octave also would have risked making her sound uncute, which is just flagrantly unacceptable no matter how you do the math.

Plus, maybe it is actually a little bit of a question. That she, Elizabeth Bathory, media darling and dragon idol, was in the presence of the saddest sort of loser imaginable there could be no doubt. That this yappy little drag was committing the ULTIMATE CRIME of not paying attention to the greatest concert in human history was likewise not at all in question. Unless she's just waiting for [i]Love is Dracul[/i]? Some especially rude piggies do wind up being one-song stans sometimes. Always a risk when your debut hit is that perfect. But that can't exactly be overlooked in the face of the EVEN MORE ULTIMATE CRIME of being so unbelievably cringe that it's making her revise her Empress Tier List. Do you realize she actually [i]misses[/i] that idiot right now?? What's up with that?!

But it might not be so unacceptable, you see. Because it might be an [i]opportunity[/i]. Is she an idol or is she an idol? Then it's time for our challenge of the day!!!!

"Ohhhhhhhh," she chirps, "Iiiiiiii see what's going on~"

Ready, and! Hop! Pose! Sparkle! Flash those gemstones in the spotlight, girlie!

"It's our contest winner, lovelies! Isn't this great? Production scoured the whole, [i]entire[/i] earth just to find the saddest, most bedraggled little puppy that's ever been born!"

Her smile is beatific, but her fangs flash hotter than dragonfire. There's murder in her soulful, starry, gorgeously turquoise eyes for those with a mind to notice it there.

"But don't worry! Your hero Elly's here to fix her all up! Game, set! Mission: Makeover! Let's start!!"

No more singing. No more singing [i]yet[/i]. She'll croon over this idiot's broken corpse in a minute, just be patient! But right now she needs all of that magical energy to sprout big, glittery wings! She needs to well up a big store of power in her tummy like one of those weird martial artsy guys in those movies certain (beloved but don't tell them that) dorks (do tell them this!) like to watch way too late at night, so that when she takes off there's the might of a peerless warrior behind her attractive and girlish figure. Hero of Charity? Eat your heart out, sun-boy. 

"I think! We should!! Start off!!! Wiiiith~! That [i]stupid!!!![/i] Lance!!"

The stompy, deliciously pink kick leads with is actually aimed at this disgusting Empress' face, but so what? She'll probably block! Probably, right? And if she doesn't, then hey! The follow up Tail Slam will crush everything that's hers into little bitty bits anyway! It's actually magnanimous to not be so picky. Or something?

Whatever!