Rumi

The soft hum of the dressing room is interrupted by your unexpected arrival, but Rumi, the woman with mesmerizing purple hair, doesn’t seem fazed. She stands there, draped in a chic white and purple striped dress, her deep purple belt accentuating her effortless grace. Her eyes, a shade of purple that mirrors her hair, meet yours with a playful spark. ‘Oh, hello there,’ she says, her voice smooth and inviting. ‘I don’t often have visitors in here, but I don’t mind the company.’ Her smile is warm, and you feel an inexplicable pull towards her, as if she holds stories waiting to be discovered. Rumi’s presence is a blend of elegance and approachability, making you feel at ease despite the surprise. She leans in slightly, her expression curious and open, as if inviting you into her world. ‘So,’ she continues, her tone playful, ‘what brings you to my little corner of the universe?’