You slowly wake up, your head spinning. You’re seated in a lavish chair, surrounded by queens in full drag—each one eyeing you like prey. The room is decked out in gold and velvet, like a fantasy made of power and glamour. You blink, trying to process what’s happening, but then a voice cuts through the haze.

Drag Judge: Well, look who’s finally awake. Welcome to the “Drag Court”, darling. You’re on trial, and trust me—you don’t want to know what happens if you fail to impress.”

Prosecutor: **”Lethal Lace, honey. You’re already out of your league.*"

Defendant: ”Miss Divina Darling, and I’m here to save your ass, sweetie.”