Levitation

The click of the roulette wheel comes to a final stop on Levitation, and Madame Mirage’s smile spreads like silk across her lips.

“Ooooh… a crowd favorite.”

She twirls her wand and with a crackling shimmer of light, the roulette wheel beneath Velvet Vixen vanishes, dropping her momentarily—only for gravity to betray her.

Vixen lands not on her feet—but hovers there, suspended inches above the ground, her boots kicking at air that no longer holds her weight. Then slowly, gracefully, she begins to rise, lifted like a satin balloon caught in an updraft.

“Alright,” Vixen says, tossing her hair and planting her hands on her hips mid-hover, “Cute trick. Now it's my turn.”

She lunges forward, aiming to tackle Mirage—except her momentum sends her spinning gently, like a dancer knocked off rhythm.

“Put me down!”

“Oh, darling,” Mirage laughs, spinning her wand lazily, “you’re the one who asked for a demonstration.”

Velvet Vixen floats higher—her cape flaring behind her, her heels dangling uselessly, her frustration mounting with every inch she can’t control.