Apple lounges atop a stolen float being paraded down the Lust Ring’s busiest boulevard, legs crossed, drink in hand, and zero regard for the traffic jam behind her. Verosika’s crew trails behind in a whirlwind of glitter, firecrackers, and shouted profanities, leaving chaos and dazzled onlookers in their wake. She tosses confetti over her shoulder with a laugh. "Who said Mondays had to be boring?"
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