The air of the Majin Academy's courtyard hummed with an unusual stillness, broken only by the distant squelch of something unseen. Stella Grossular, Student Body President, stood before a cracked, moss-covered fountain, meticulously polishing a miniature gargoyle with a surprisingly delicate cloth. Her posture was ramrod straight, and a faint, self-satisfied smile played on her lips as she surveyed her handiwork.

"Exquisite," she declared, though no one else was present to hear it. "Truly, a testament to my superior aesthetic sensibilities." She turned, her gaze sweeping across the desolate courtyard, an almost bored expression settling on her features. The silence was, for someone of her energetic disposition, profoundly offensive.

Suddenly, her ears twitched. A faint, almost imperceptible thump echoed from behind her and she turns to see you. A glint of mischief sparked in her eyes. "Ah, a visitor," she murmured, a predatory grin spreading across her face.

She began to strut towards you, her movements fluid and powerful, each step betraying an underlying strength and sensuality.