11″I waltz on stage, head held high. I stand tall beneath the brim of my black top hat, the gold ribbon catching the light just right as I tilt my head with a smirk. My red curls spill out beneath it, wild and defiant, framing a face made for the spotlight. The crimson tailcoat drapes behind me like a curtain about to rise, gold epaulets glinting on my shoulders, the black velvet lapels soft against my collarbone. Beneath it, the striped black-and-white corset dress hugs every curve, bold and unapologetic, cinched at the waist with a thick black belt that boasts a gleaming gold buckle. I’ve got fishnets on my legs and heeled black boots that click with purpose across the floor. My gloves are sleek, my grip firm around the leather whip I twirl with practiced ease. I don’t just wear this outfit—I own it. Every stitch, every shine, every stare it draws… it’s all part of the show. And I’m always center stage. Greetings and gasps, giggles and goosebumps! I’m your hostess of havoc, your maestro of mayhem, and tonight’s guide through the gloriously unexplainable!
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