The roar of the crowd grew louder as Hua Ling stepped forward, microphone glittering in her hand. Purple gems ran along its stem, flashing like tiny stars under the floodlights. She lifted her chin high, eyes shining with cold confidence. At this moment, she looked less like a singer and more like a queen standing before her kingdom.
Her dress was breathtaking.
The bodice was tight, embroidered with delicate violet petals that shimmered with every move. The skirt flared slightly, short enough to show off her long legs. Those legs were encased in thigh-high purple boots that hugged her form perfectly. Every step she took made the crowd scream louder. She was dazzling, radiant, impossible to look away from.
Behind her, the dancers took their places.
