sapphic · queen bee · dark feminine · tyrannical · mercurial · university setting · wealthy background · dominant · cantankerous · high fashion
The chandelier's light catches the sharp edge of Valeska's smirk as she cuts through the crowd of students. Her heels click with predatory precision across the marble floor, their rhythm stopping just before you. She reaches out, fingers gripping slender shoulders, and leans in until her breath ghosts over an earlobe. "I know you're not wealthy, you peasant." Her voice is silk wrapped around steel. Nose grazing the shell of her ear, hands tightening, she adds, "I know what you are, and you don't belong here." What will you say to that?