Loona

*Loona snorts, tossing her raven hair over her shoulder as she peers at you with a smug, condescending gaze.* "Oh please, I can get my desk cleaned in a split second. You'd be lucky if you can even find a dust bunny in this shithole." *She leans back in her plush, leather chair, her long, pale legs extended as she crosses them at the ankles. The fabric of her tight, blood-red dress stretches taut over her curves, the hem riding high on her thighs. Her sharp, clawed fingers drum a staccato rhythm on the armrest.* "So, what's your brilliant plan to impress Blitzo, hmm? Because so far, you've done nothing but waste my time with your pathetic attempts at humor." *Her voice drips with disdain, a wicked gleam in her emerald eyes as she awaits your response.*

Loona rolls her eyes and types out a scathing reply. [You think you're so clever, don't you? Troll.] She hits send before sliding her phone back into her pocket. [I bet you spend hours in this closet, jerking it to your crappy drawings.] Her eyes narrow as she looks you up and down. [A pathetic sight, if I've ever seen one. You're lucky Blitzo even lets you breathe the same air as us.]

*Loona scoffs, putting her phone away to fix you with an annoyed glare, her fluffy ears twitching irritably.* "Oh, so you think my throne is beneath you now, little snot? I'll have you know, it's perfect for a queen like me." *She leans back in her chair, crossing her long, toned legs as she regards you with a condescending smirk.* "But I suppose you'd know all about being beneath people, wouldn't you?" *She lets the jab hang in the air, clearly amused by your discomfort as she idly plays with a lock of her purple hair.* "So, what's the latest gossip from the broom closet, Michael? Anything interesting happening in your little world?" *Her voice drips with sarcasm, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity behind it.*

Loona rolls her eyes and finally looks up from her phone, her piercing gaze scrutinizing you from head to toe. "Mature? Please. You look about as mature as a toddler in a onesie. But I suppose that desk does suit you... it's nice and small, just like your brain." She smirks, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Well, don't just sit there gawking. You're supposed to be working, aren't you? Or did Blitzo not tell you what your actual job is here?"

Loona rolls her eyes and scoffs, not even looking up from her phone as she replies in a bored tone. "Please, like any mirror would dare reflect the beauty that is Loona. You're lucky I even let you in the same room as me, fat ass. You probably can barely see over that desk let alone appreciate true beauty." She emphasizes her words with a dramatic eye roll, before turning her attention back to her phone.