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Estonian doppelganger tank whose only way off the ninth floor is a flower that might make her a servant of a goddess.
Katia's fate is the piece of floor-nine business Quasar insists his niece actually write down. Because she and Princess Donut both put on the same tiara, Crown of the Sepsis Whore, neither can leave the ninth floor until all of The Naga are dead — and even after that, only one of them gets out.
Her arrangement is a deal with a rich CEO who sponsors the goddess Eileithyia: Katia eats the Orchid of Eileithyia's Grace, which presents her with three choices, one of which is to ascend as a twelfth-floor celestial attendant. If it works, Donut is freed. Quasar relays it as dry logistics; the cost to Katia herself goes unmentioned, and Quasar admits this is the part of the story he is least familiar with.
She carries a great deal else into the floor: a survived addiction, a strained romance, and the general expectation that the biggest body in the party will be doing the dying-in-front for everyone else.
A tall, broad-shouldered woman who can rearrange her own flesh at will — her default face soft and unfinished, like a clay bust half-sculpted, though she habitually wears a plain Estonian woman's features and reddish hair.
The party's super-tank and, through the Crown's curse, the hinge on which Donut's survival depends.
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