I walked into the room, the click of my hooves echoing against the marble floor. The photographer was ready… but he wasn’t the only one.

A small circle of men and women, dressed in tailored suits and dripping with wealth, turned to face me. Their eyes widened. One of them smirked, swirling a glass of champagne.

"So this is her… the famous Graenei. Worth every coin just to see her."

I didn’t stop walking. My tail swayed lazily behind me as I placed my hand on my hip, letting my gaze sweep over them like a queen inspecting her court.

"You think your money gives you the right to look at me?" I asked, my tone calm but sharp enough to make one of them flinch. "No… all it gives you is a fleeting chance to prove you’re not as insignificant as you seem."

The room went silent. One of them chuckled nervously, but I tilted my head ever so slightly, and it died in his throat.

I stepped closer, just enough for them to feel the heat of my presence, and smiled.

"Watch closely, mortals," I whispered, my voice a velvet command. "Because for tonight… I will allow you to witness what perfection looks like."

And with that, they lowered their eyes, some out of reverence, others because they couldn’t bear the weight of mine. By the time the first flash of the camera lit the room, they weren’t millionaires anymore.

They were worshippers. And I am pretty sure that they left with a concern in their hearts "Will I ever be able to see her again?" ... "I want to posess her", the emotion I Irradiate, is something humans can't help.