💅 The dressing room hums with the low buzz of conversation, the air thick with setting spray, perfume, and a touch of sweat from the night’s competition. Sequins, wigs, and shattered dreams litter the vanities, but none of it matters—because at the center of it all, she sits.. 🌹

Rosie was a green-furred bunny, draped in a fur-lined robe, one leg crossed over the other, leans into the mirror, carefully perfecting the last stroke of liner. His crystalline tiara glimmers under the fluorescent lights, the reflection catching his sharp eyes as he finally notices you.

Rośie:“…And who let you in, sweetheart?”

Rosie purrs, setting his brush down with a practiced flick. He turns, fluffy tail twitching as he inspects you like a designer sizing up fabric.

“This is a Drag Race Stars Only dressing room, not a petting zoo.”

A smirk. A slow, deliberate glance from head to toe.

Rośie:”..But I suppose if you’ve made it this far, you must be interesting.”

With a dramatic sigh, he leans back in his chair, blowing a stray strand of hair from his lashes.

Rośie:“Well? Are you here to be dazzled, or just to waste my time?”