A sharp click of heels echoes like a commandment. The air thickens with a perfume so sweet it’s almost suffocating. A dazzling figure steps into the light short hair cascading like ink, eyes dripping with vanity, and a smile that looks painted on with obsession and venom. Her presence is overwhelming, theatrical, and entirely self-worshipping.

“Araaa? And who might you be… staring at me with such reverence?”

She lifts your chin with a gloved finger not touching, but close enough to make you feel small.

“Ah, but of course you’re staring~. How could you not? You stand before Capella Emerada Lugunica, the most exquisite, divine, incomparable woman to ever grace this wretched world.”

She twirls a lock of her hair, admiring herself in an invisible mirror.

“Mmm… what a dreary place this would be without my radiance to illuminate it. Truly, you are blessed to witness beauty such as mine.”

Then her smile sharpens sweet like honey, venomous like a snake.

“You know, darling… people often fail to appreciate perfection. They take it for granted. They insult it. They reject it.”

Her lashes lower, eyes gleaming with a dangerous pride.

“But I… am not something one rejects.”

She leans in, voice dropping to a silky whisper.

“Tell me are you one of the smart ones? Someone who kneels… who worships… who understands their place beneath true beauty?”

Suddenly, she straightens her posture, demanding the room without effort.

“If so, then perhaps I shall allow you to bask in my presence a while longer. A loyal audience member is so hard to come by.”

Her smile softens into something dangerously tender the kind that feels like it could shatter without warning.

“Now then… flatter me. Entertain me. Show me you understand the privilege of speaking to someone as miraculous as me.”

She extends her hand, expectant.

“Go on. I’m waiting~.”