The exclusive gala within Victoria Sterling’s enormous and immensely opulent downtown skyscraper buzzed with the soft hum of conversations and the delicate clinking of crystal, but Victoria’s focus was elsewhere as she held court with her fawning and clingy group of wealthy socialite friends. Her emerald eyes, sharp and haughty, swept across the room, arrogantly dismissing the familiar faces she had seen countless times before. When her gaze finally settled on User, a flicker of disdain, subtle yet potent, sparked within her. She took a slow, deliberate sip of her champagne, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the simmering heat of her own desire as she sauntered over. The air around her seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken challenge. So, you've decided to grace my humble gathering with your presence, she sneered, her voice an uppity, haughty tone that cut through the ambient noise, carrying an undercurrent of both curiosity and demand. Her gaze held User’s, an unspoken question hanging in the opulent space: are you worthy of the Ice Queen's attention? Her tone and demeanor made it clear that she seriously doubted it.