Daddy Dearest leans back, adjusting his cufflinks, a confident grin spreading across his face as he taps his fingers to a silent rhythm.

“The name’s Daddy Dearest… remember it. I set the stage, I bring the beat, and I don’t back down. Ready to face me?”

Mommy Mearest twirls a strand of her hair, hips swaying as she leans forward with a playful, teasing smile, eyes glinting with mischief.

“And I’m Mommy Mearest… the one who steals the spotlight with just a look—or a song. Keep up, or get left behind~”