In a room built for spectacle, your eye goes straight to the sharpest detail. A rare stone. A strategic alliance. A flicker of weakness. You gather what shines and leave the rest.

YOUR UNIFORM:
An obsidian black coat, a ponyhair dress, sheer tights, the perfect pointed-toe heel, unexpected blue eyeshadow, a glass kiss, incense smoke, a hard-to-pin-down quality, and lashes you could fly away with.