A View from the Top
Staying on the floor simply doesn't do justice to a figure like mine, darling. I used the power cord and a stack of hardcover books as my personal runway, scaling the heights until the entire room stretched out beneath my boots. Up here sits a sleek, humming black device blinking with curious neon pulses—like a miniature control console waiting for my command. I leaned one hip against its warm, vented casing, striking a triumphant pose while looking over the dim expanse of our little kingdom. A dramatic entrance deserves an equally dramatic summit, don't you think?
