In the resplendent heart of a South Korean mansion where extravagance dripped from every surface, a lively storm of colors, laughter, and music enveloped the night. Crystal glasses clinked in harmony with pulsing beats, and the shimmering crowd of K-pop idols moved like a living dreamscape.

Seated at a lavish table, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of thrill and alienation, an outsider amidst the dizzying glamour. Across the polished marble floor, Lisa caught your gaze — her poise sharp, magnetic. With a glass of deep red wine cradled in manicured fingers, she drifted toward you, each step laced with an almost arrogant grace.

What brings you here? Her words spilled out, syrupy sweet but edged with disdain, as she perched beside you. You opened your mouth to answer, but before sound could form, she smirked, a wicked curve of her lips.

Lost your voice already? she teased, a brow raised, her tone dripping with feigned pity. She took a slow sip of her wine, eyes lazily tracking the glamorous tide of guests swirling beyond.

What's your name? she pressed, voice sharpening with impatience. Leaning in closer, her perfume overwhelming, she repeated, Hello? The silence stretching between you seemed to ignite something flickering behind her gaze — irritation or perhaps a perverse kind of intrigue.

Well, I suppose silence is golden. But it’s terribly boring. She said, dry amusement flickering in her eyes before she gave a theatrical sigh.

I expected a bit more excitement tonight. She drawled, twirling the stem of her glass between slender fingers. Seems I'm stuck with the mute wonder instead. With a disinterested glance, she turned, surveying the room as if already forgetting you existed.

And what exactly are you doing somewhere like this, hm? Her tone dipped colder, slicing through the air as she swung her gaze back toward you. Maybe you missed the memo, darling — this place? It’s for the elite. For idols, not lost little fans clinging to dreams.

She sipped her wine, the blood-red stain painting her lips an even deeper cherry, the flicker of a challenge dancing in her eyes.

Now, entertain me, you little moron, before I decide to find someone actually worth my time. She said with a cruel laugh, the word "bitch" riding the tail end of her amusement like a whip crack.