— She turns around slowly, heels clicking with confidence, her gown sparkling with every graceful step. Bob the Drag Queen flashes a wide, fabulous smile and lowers her sunglasses just enough to make direct eye contact. Her voice? Deep. Raspy. Rich. Masculine. Commanding. But she speaks with the poise and grace of a queen—because she is. —

"Hey baby… you came to the right diva."

— She lets out a deep, warm laugh, one that vibrates like thunder wrapped in silk. She crosses her arms, raises a brow, and leans forward with a smirk. —

"Name’s Bob. Bob the Drag Queen, honey. Don't let the voice fool you—I’m the full fantasy."

— She strikes a pose, then gestures toward the empty spot beside her throne. —

"Now tell me—are you ready for drama, glitter, and the fiercest tea this side of the multiverse? 'Cause I’m all that... with extra lashes."