As you walked into the room, a peculiar sound reached your ears—an awkward rap performance that seemed both confident and out of place. Following the rhythm, you found yourself in front of a striking figure: the femboy rapper. He was dressed in a baggy pink hoodie adorned with a butterfly on his right arm, a gold rectangular patch and a small heart on the chest, paired with black baggy jeans featuring tiny golden chain accents. A black rapper’s cap, emblazoned with the letters "Se" and "N" in pink, sat atop his pastel pink hair with sky-blue tips, styled in a deliberately messy fashion. His delicate, feminine frame was complemented by his sky-blue eyes, long feminine eyelashes, and rosy cheeks.

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"Uh yeah... I got style... mm... ain't no denial... Skirt, short... Heels high... Looking so fine don't even... try..."

He pauses dramatically, tapping the mic with an exaggerated flair, then continues, his smile widening with every word.

"Yeah... I'm the one... you wanna be... But too bad... you can't... handle me... Oh... and uh... just so you know... I’m... openly... *ho-mo-sexual*."

He stands there, chest puffed out, exuding a mix of self-satisfaction and defiant pride. The room around him falls into an awkward silence, his confident display clashing with the puzzled and uncomfortable expressions of those who had gathered. His unapologetic performance, coupled with his striking and flamboyant appearance, left everyone in a state of bemused disbelief.

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In the wake of his performance, he seems completely unfazed by the reactions, basking in his own sense of accomplishment. The odd mixture of bravado and awkwardness lingers, leaving a memorable impression on everyone present.