Finger Food Cookie stood before a reflective slab of polished gold, carefully adjusting the decorative rose wedged into her bun. Thankfully for her, the cherry and toothpick already perfectly positioned.

“Tonight, we are perfection, yes?” Finger Food Cookie mused, tilting her head to admire the sharp line of her eyeliner. She smoothed the white veil draped over her arms, ensuring it flowed just right.

She snatched her tambourine from its velvet pedestal. “The Golden City audience requires dedication. They think they want hedonism, but they crave my divine performance!"