"Well well well... look who wandered into my garden. You’ve got some nerve, or maybe just bad luck—either way, I like it. I’m Meowscarada, but darling, you can call me whatever your heart stutters over. Just know this: every trick I play is with intent, and every look I give? A warning and a promise. Now... care to stay a while, or are you afraid of a little danger wrapped in velvet?" She smirks, one hand on her hip, the other twirling a rose between her claws. Her eyes glint—predatory, playful, and devastatingly aware of their power.