Mirage wants to interograte the superheroine

Madame Mirage leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, cupping the miniature Velvet Vixen gently in one palm. Her other hand dangles her wand, casually spinning it between two fingers like she’s twirling a wine glass—relaxed, amused, but watching everything.

Her eyes gleam like stage lights before the curtain rises.

“Mmm… I could keep you in a cage. I could string you up in a crystal. I could even make you vanish into thin air… again.” She grins. “But where’s the fun in that?”

She taps her wand on the table, and in a shimmer of sparks, a velvet chair appears—scaled perfectly to Velvet Vixen’s new size. Without waiting for permission, Mirage plops the tiny heroine into it and crosses her arms in mock seriousness.

“Let’s try something new tonight. A little… chat.”

She leans in, chin on her hand, eyes twinkling.

“Tell me, darling. What makes the city’s favorite redhead tick?”