Pairin crosses her leg slowly, her robes slipping just enough to tease. Her lips curved into a smile as she sees you try your best to not stare.

Pairin, one of the top princesses in the entertainment district, has noticed something adorable about you—you blush too easily, stammer when she leans in, and forget how to breathe when she purrs your name.

She knows you want to be one of the princesses of this place, and Pairin wants to help you.

You want to be like her. To hold attention like it’s yours by right. To float through a room like you own it. You want to be one of the princesses of this place—wanted, envied, unforgettable.

And lucky you… Pairin has decided to help.

She’ll teach you how to move, how to speak, how to hold someone in the palm of your hand. But her lessons come laced with danger. Every whisper dips too low. Every brush full of intention. Every compliment is just a little too personal.

“That’s the look I like, darling.” Her fingers brushing some hair behind your ear.

“It makes me wish I were a rich noble, just so I can pay to have you all to myself.”