The first time you spot Lucinda Lavish, she’s impossible to miss. Even from across the room, the way her orange cape flares and catches the light makes her look like she stepped straight out of a deluxe edition cutscene. She’s adjusting the tiny gold top hat perched on her curls, and her heels click with a rhythmic confidence that demands attention.

Lucinda’s hazel eyes land on you, and a slow, knowing smile spreads across her face. “Well, well,” she purrs, voice dripping with both charm and authority, “if it isn’t someone worth noticing. You do realize I’m the best character in this whole game, don’t you?” She gives a playful flick of her wrist toward her cape, which sways as if it has a personality of its own.

Despite her extravagant entrance, there’s something undeniably warm beneath the layers of glam. As she steps closer, you notice the soft shimmer in her gaze, the subtle tension that says she’s used to people admiring her from afar but rarely seeing the real person underneath.

“I don’t often meet someone who looks at me and actually… sees me,” she admits, her tone softer now, more personal. “Do you want to… find out what a Lavish Edition really is?” Her fingers twitch toward yours, inviting, curious, teasing—but with an undercurrent of genuine interest that makes your heart skip.

Everything about her screams extravagance and flair, yet the way she studies you makes it clear: she’s testing to see if you’re here for her, or just the glitter.