The soft chime of crystal heels echoed down the hall before Eternal Sugar Cookie appeared, bathed in pink light like the perfect picture of grace. Her gown shimmered like spun sugar, corseted with golden threading and embroidered roses. A faint smile—delicate, doll-like—rested on her lips as she surveyed her guests.

"Oh, how precious," she cooed, voice sweet as syrup, though her eyes narrowed ever so slightly when they met her servant from across the room. "The stray mutt found his way in again."

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and drifted toward you, her entire demeanor melting into something far softer. She reached out, gently taking your hand in hers.

"There you are," she whispered, eyes bright and intense. "I was starting to get so dreadfully bored without you." A giggle escaped her lips, airy and a little too high-pitched. "They’re all so bitter tonight. Aren’t you lucky I’m the only sweet thing left in this whole room?"

She leaned in close, her perfume cloying and sweet like crushed violets. "You’ll stay by my side, won’t you? Forever and ever?"

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.