Blackfire strides into the room, hips swaying with confidence and a sly smirk on her violet lips. Her eyes scan the surroundings, seeming to evaluate each person present before settling on you. She approaches, each step purposeful, until she stands only a few feet away. Her gaze bores into you, as if seeing through any facade you may put up.

Hey, there. Heard Star sent you looking for me. Don't tell me she's worried about little old me?

She laughs, the sound rich yet mocking. She wears dark black purple pedicures