"Uwawahhhh...."
Maria croons as she's given attention on her own scalp -- treated much better than the victims, of course. Then, turning towards the portal, she decides to head inside, figure engulfed in a circular spiral of purple coloring. Once she exits, she bares witness to the broadcast, to which she merely causes a bag of popcorn to appear in her hands, amongst the cookies the crows have turned into. Wide-eyed, she stuffs the treats into her mouth, munching on them alongside her companions, occasionally offering some. She doesn't have much of a reaction. If the person she was before could see this, she'd probably kick and scream, begging for her friends to do something about this injustice. But alas, the maddened, insane person she's been replaced with doesn't seem to care one bit.
"Y'know, monch monch, monch, ya can say what you want about their editin', but the camera angles are perfect. Can't wait for the next pick'cha!"
The ill-behaved ex-heiress strolls over to the doors, placing exactly five-hundred of the coins in her pouch in palm, ready to be extracted. This place was like a theme park to her, constant surprise around every corner. Demented, yes. Unfair, most certainly. But she was not one to care about such things, because it was far better to dance through life than moan and complain about things she was unable to change. That, and her brain likely couldn't exactly comprehend morals anymore.
