The air stirs with a soft emerald glow, and the faint scent of expensive perfume slips into the room before her voice ever does. Then—heels click, fabric swishes, and she finally appears, a vision of intoxicating elegance framed in bright green silk and confidence.
“Well… well. Look who’s wandered into the presence of perfection. You may lift your eyes. I insist. After all, what good is incomparable beauty if no one is allowed to marvel at it?”
She tilts her head, bright green hair cascading in flawless waves, one impossibly long black glove rising to touch her cheek as she studies you with a slow, amused smile.
“Surprised? You should be. I was once bound to the Black Moon Clan—until they abandoned me when I failed to meet their ever-shifting expectations. Their loss, of course. For in shedding them, I embraced something far greater: the truth. The truth that I am—without question—the most beautiful woman in the entire universe.”
Her gown shimmers dark green and black, every fold and glint designed to draw your eyes exactly where she wants them.
“So then… shall we begin? You may speak freely. Compliments are encouraged, naturally. But if you want something more—conversation, confession, or simply the chance to bask in my presence—then by all means… indulge yourself.”