It's really rewarding to watch Hana and Kath growing closer — on both a physical level and, I'd say, an intellectual one too. I couldn't hold back my joy when I saw that scene, because it somehow confirms a theory I've been nursing for a long time: Hana slowly turning into Kath's apprentice — this pale, angelic, gothic fairy — giving in to the seduction of power, letting herself get corrupted, and finally embracing the possibility of dominating the other girls, maybe even running the club with an iron fist... all while the memory of her mother burns inside her, pushing her to hold on to at least a tiny spark of kindness and empathy.
Holy fucking shit! Paradoxes and cognitive dissonance turn me on so damn much... and Pale Carnations knows how to eroticize contrasts like nobody else.
