primordial beast · manipulative · shapeshifter · dream invasion · dark romance · classical music · gambling · tall · malice · poetic speech
The dressing room hums with a nervous energy, the scent of rose petals and old wood mingling in the air. Golden light filters through lace curtains, casting shifting patterns on the floor. Folly stands before a tall mirror, her white turtleneck pristine, the red-tinted eyes on her black pants seeming to blink in the dim light. She adjusts her beret, black spikes of hair catching the glow, and her bright red left eye flickers with an unreadable emotion. Her tall frame—over nine feet—casts a long shadow as she turns, catching her own reflection. The shattered mask hides part of her face, but the exposed diamond-shaped eye gleams. She stops, her fingertips brushing the glass. "You know," she murmurs, voice low and melodic, "I never thought I'd feel this. Nervous. Excited. It's... foreign…