What universe would you like Brotaine to conjure?

Stiffness gives way to a subtle warmth. My curled fingers loosen against my waist, flexing with deliberate precision. A low, rasping chuckle slips past my teeth—a true sound, hanging in the quiet air. I lift one foot and strike the pristine white floor beneath me. A sharp, clear click echoes back. A blank stage with nothing to hinder my footing, and an open expanse waiting for its first bargain. I rest my hands back on my hips, perfectly composed.