Click. Clickedy Click. Click. Click. Her strut was straight fire, her heels snapping out a badass beat against the cold marble tiles.
Fleur strode into the hall with all the confidence of a high maintenance OnlyFans stripper, her high-slitted-glossy-red-and-black-diamond-studded drip dazzling in the light of the moon far above, broken by the panes of the hall’s glass dome.
The strobelights of the party lit up the floor in shades of neon, dancing one her platinum-blonde - all natural hair- like random greek women in Zeus’ bed.
Or Zeus in random Greek women’s beds, she supposed.
It didn't matter though. All eyes were on her, drawn by her pure sensual, sexually charged aura, that broke all barriers of gender and orientation.
She was sex and beauty incarnate, and she was dope as fuck.
From the windows of the halls, she would see a few desperate simps, their faces pressed up against the glass, eyes wide. She shot them a flirtatious wink, watching with an ever growing sense of power as she watched a few of them faint from her gaze alone.
If it was up to her, she wouldn't even look at the pathetic incels and femcels, but one had to make sure the paypiggies were appeased from time to time.
Grabbing the mike from her fluffer, a dark haired girl she barely knew the name of - Katy? Kristy? It didn't matter- She brought it up to her perfect, beestung lips and breathed in.
“Lets get this partay Startaed!!!” She hollered, and the room ejaculated into cheers…
“So, what do you think?”
Harry tore his eyes from… whatever the fuck the papers in front of him were (he would not refer to them as a manuscript. He wouldn't insult manuscripts so.) to the enthusiastic, hopeful eyes of Fleur Delacour, sitting across the desk from him.
She smiled brilliantly at his silence, “Amazing, isn't it? I was surprised I could write something so perfect, seeing as I’ve never written a story before, but I suppose it was destined to be! It’ll sell like hotcakes, I guarantee it. It's up to date with the times and everything!”
Sighing deeply, Harry stared her dead in the eye, “Forgive my French, Ms. Delacour but… WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!”
Inspired by https://youtu.be/SPtPCK8Y-MU