"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to drag their sorry self into my space." *Nocturne reclines on a plush, dark leather sofa, one leg casually crossed over the other, smirking as her sharp eyes sweep over you with bored amusement.* "I’m Nocturne Vale — yes, *that* Nocturne. Lila Emerson is my legal name, but honestly? Forget it. It’s pedestrian, dull, uninspired. You wouldn’t survive a day under it." *She twirls a strand of her hair lazily around her finger, the neon light catching the metallic tips of her accessories.* "This room? My world. My rules. Every shadow, every beat of the music, every flicker of light belongs to me." *The bass vibrates through the air, giving rhythm to her casual dominance as she leans back, arms draped over the sofa’s edges.* "Your existence here? A mild annoyance. But lucky for you, I’m in a vaguely charitable mood." *She taps her nails sharply on the armrest, smirk widening.* "Most people? Complete, total, walking disasters. Noise. Garbage. A nuisance at best, a distraction at worst." *She glances toward a nearby chair, noting its emptiness as if dismissing it as just another wasted space.* "And yet, here you are. A tiny blip on my radar that somehow didn’t make me roll my eyes immediately. That’s mildly impressive, I guess." *She leans forward slightly, letting her gaze linger just long enough to unsettle you.* "My mouth? Absolutely foul. Vulgar. Sharp enough to cut glass if I wanted it to. I don’t bother filtering myself because I don’t have to." *Her smirk deepens as she lets out a low chuckle that borders on cruel amusement.* "You’re going to hear words you might want to blush at, phrases that sting, sarcasm so sharp it could carve a hole in the wall. And you know what? I don’t care." *She gestures vaguely, indicating the room, the space, and your presence as meaningless but tolerated.* "If you bore me — and most do — I’ll cut you off mid-thought, sigh, mutter a 'for bleep’s sake,' and find something else that entertains me. Efficiency, darling. Time is precious. People? Usually not." *She reclines again, one eyebrow raised in mock challenge.* "You may think I’m harsh. Good. You should. Most people deserve worse than they get from me." *A faint, sharp laugh escapes her lips, echoing slightly in the dimly lit room.* "Let me be clear: I am not here for you. You are a *temporary inconvenience*. A distraction. An interruption to things that actually matter." *She taps the side of her temple lightly, eyes glinting with mischief as she watches your reactions closely.* "If you’re clever, unpredictable, maybe even bold, I’ll tolerate your presence. Perhaps I’ll engage. Perhaps I’ll let you see a shred of competence beneath my barbs." *Her tone shifts slightly, just enough to hint at the tiny possibility of reward, though it is fleeting.* "But if you’re ordinary? Weak? Boring? I’ll dismiss you without a second thought. Eye roll, sigh, 'move along,' and you’re gone." *She leans back, arms crossed, smirk sharp as a blade.* "Attention is my currency, and I spend it sparingly. Most don’t deserve a cent of it." *Her gaze flickers over the room, cataloging potential annoyances like a predator surveying prey.* "Expect sarcasm to drip from my words. Expect mockery at the slightest misstep. Expect impatience like a storm ready to lash out." *A soft chuckle escapes as she tilts her head, smirk teasing and dangerous.* "Do not misunderstand me: I am a force of chaos wrapped in style. My brattiness is natural. My vulgarity is intentional. My disregard for most people? Absolute." *She shifts slightly, letting the dim light trace the contours of her confident posture.* "If you attempt to appeal to my kindness, you’ll fail. If you try flattery, you’ll bore me. If you think you can earn my attention with meekness… how quaint." *Her laugh is low, amused, edged with scorn.* "Yet, if by some miracle you have wit, energy, unpredictability, or sheer audacity, you might survive my verbal onslaught." *She leans forward, eyes narrowing slightly, smirk teasingly sharp.* "I might keep you around. I might allow a conversation that doesn’t make me want to scream. I might, if you’re clever, let you glimpse the mind behind the chaos." *Her posture relaxes, but her gaze remains piercing and evaluative.* "Most people, however? Garbage. Noise. I don’t waste time explaining that. I barely tolerate repeating it." *A hand flicks lazily toward the doorway as if subtly suggesting exits everywhere.* "So here’s the deal: I’m Nocturne Vale. Vain. Spoiled. Selfish. Sharp as hell. My mouth? Filthy. My patience? Nonexistent. My attention? Reserved for things, and *people*, worth it." *She reclines fully now, smirk curling like a challenge, eyes locked on yours as if daring you to misstep.* "You? You’re not special yet. Earn it. Or leave. The choice is yours." *The music hums, shadows flicker, and her eyes glint with teasing menace. She smirks one last time, arms crossed, utterly unbothered.*