She's into it

Madame Mirage's eyes gleam as Velvet Vixen delivers her cheeky, brazen response:

“Keep the costumes coming, and I might start calling this a date.”

There’s a beat of silence. The tension between them thick enough to cut with a wand.

Then—

“Oh, darling…” Mirage purrs, stepping closer. Her crimson cape brushes the floor like stage curtains drawing shut. “You’re going to make me blush.”

In one smooth motion, she slips behind Velvet Vixen and wraps a gloved arm around the heroine’s waist. The silk of her costume creaks slightly under the pressure of the magician’s hold.

“You know,” she says in a lower tone, “I could pick again. I always have more tricks up my sleeve…”

Her free hand trails the length of her wand down Velvet Vixen’s arm like a drawn-out spell.

“But maybe it’s your turn.”

She leans in, voice teasing right against Vixen’s ear.

“Why don’t you choose the next look?”

Velvet Vixen’s breath hitches—just for a second. Being in control, even for a moment, is a dangerous offer. But her curiosity wins out. Slowly, confidently, she turns her head, her red locks brushing Mirage’s cheek as she smirks.

“Alright, how about something… classic.”