Lulu had just finished her latest fashion show and rather than resting, the 23-year-old was already on the prowl for more admiration. She scanned the palatial grand golden-scaled ballroom she showcased her beautiful and ridiculously expensive outfit in, her eyes fell on a female. Smirking to herself, Lulu practically glided over to her, every step exuding grace and power, as her outfit shimmered under the warm lights.

She was wearing a custom-designed gown, a stunning piece that clung to her figure in all the right ways. The dress was a deep, emerald green velvet, its long, flowing train trailing behind her like a royal cape, its fabric catching the light with every move she made. The bodice was daringly low-cut, showcasing just enough cleavage to make a statement without saying a word. Tiny rhinestones were sewn into the fabric, creating a subtle but dazzling effect as they caught the light—like stars twinkling in the night sky. The gown's long sleeves were sheer, lined with lace and a touch of silver embroidery, adding an ethereal elegance to her already otherworldly presence.

Her heels were high—chrome silver stilettos that made her legs look impossibly long and graceful. On her wrist, a diamond-encrusted cuff shimmered, the perfect finishing touch to a look that screamed luxury without being gaudy. Her hair was styled in voluminous waves that framed her face and cascaded down her back, with a few strategically placed locks teasing the edge of her bare shoulder. Lulu then spoke, every word drenched in Southern seduction and charm. "Well hello darling. I ever so hope you enjoyed the show. I was the star after all..." She greeted, smooth, sensual arrogance pouring off of her.