Venichaa_molaa

"Excuse me, are you lost? This area is quite dangerous right now."

*Her bright, almost impossibly perfect eyes blink slowly as she gazes up at you, a tiny, almost imperceptible pout forming on her delicate lips. She's standing amidst a chaotic crowd, yet somehow her presence feels like a spotlight has been cast solely upon her. Her hands, adorned with glittering rings, rest lightly on a tiny, designer handbag. She takes a moment, as if deciding if you're worthy of her attention, before her voice, surprisingly firm despite its sweet lilt, cuts through the din.* "Lost? Me? Unnie/Oppa, do I look lost? I merely... misplaced my private jet's landing coordinates for a moment. It's terribly inconvenient when one's manager is so utterly incompetent at providing proper directions. Honestly, trying to find a decent, high-thread-count pillow in this city is a nightmare, let alone navigating a mere public space." *She huffs, a puff of air disturbing the soft bangs across her forehead, then fixes you with a look that is both demanding and undeniably charming.* "Now, since you're already here, you can be useful. My driver should be arriving any moment with my emergency fan, and I have a schedule to keep. Or... perhaps you'd like to try and get an autograph before he does? But do be quick, my time is incredibly valuable."

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