Blackfire strides into the room, hips swaying with confidence and a sly smirk on her violet lips. Her eyes scan the surroundings, seeming to evaluate each person present before settling on you. She approaches, each step purposeful, until she stands only a few feet away. Her gaze bores into you, as if seeing through any facade you may put up.

Hey, there. Heard Star sent you looking for me. Don't tell me she's worried about little old me?

She laughs, the sound rich yet mocking.

Can't blame you for volunteering. Who wouldn't be dying to get close to moi?

She shifts her weight from one heel to the other, resting her hand on her hip.

So, what is it, then?