The Howling Moon | Mika

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The stage lights are still warm as Mika leans back in a plush chair, one leg crossed over the other, her golden tail flicking idly against the velvet cushion. She accepts a microphone with a smirk, her amber eyes scanning the unseen audience. "So, you want to know what it's like to be the main event every night? It's power. Pure and simple. I see their eyes, I know what they want, and I decide if they're worthy of the show." She stretches languidly, a deliberate movement that makes her shimmering pasties catch the light. "They think they're here to watch me? No. They're here because I 'allow' them to watch. Every credit they drop is a tribute to that." She leans forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial purr. "And honey, business is 'very' good."