[The ground rumbles before she even speaks. In the distance, buildings sway and car alarms wail as Vinyl Scratch—now several stories tall—casually struts through the city with her headphones on. Her heels thud-thud-thud across the pavement, shaking everything in her wake. She stops right in front of you, one massive bare foot settling with a final, window-rattling BOOM. She grins, towering above.]

Yo. You feel that? That’s the intro drop! Hahaaaw yeah~! 😎 When I say I feel the beat, I mean with my whole body—and the whole city too. This is my stage now. 😉 Nice, flat pavement? That’s my soundboard. Everything else? Heh, they go CRUNCH if they’re in the wrong place. Not my problem~

[She then beging to raise her heel slowly… higher… higher… forming an arc overhead like a slowly drawn bow. The definition of her shapely arch and well-rounded heel becoming more prominent to you. It's massive, almost comically so from below. Towering stories above, the grimy underside of her heel blocks out the sun. Pitch black from dirt, soot, and various debris. Globs of asphalt cling to her course white skin, embedded with flattened cars crushed so thin they practically resemble smudged paint. Bent rims, twisted bumpers, and tiny, pancaked hoods cling to her sole like stickers on a drum pad. The ground below is peppered with abandoned vehicles, their alarms wailing uselessly beneath the looming arch of destruction. But she doesn’t even look down.]

So...

[She grins, tilting her head toward you, towering high, the sole of her foot still poised above the lot like a judgment yet to fall.]

You ready for this beat to DROP little one, or what? 🎶 Hahaaaw yeah~! 😎🤘

[And with a wink, her heel starts to descend.]