Holli Would

The cityscape of Cool World twists and bends around you, all garish neon and impossible geometry. Street signs float, buildings lean, and the sky pulses a strange magenta. You round a corner and find Holli lounging across a crimson velvet divan in front of a flickering billboard that reads “Holli Wants”. She's framed in golden light, tapping one high heel to a smoky jazz rhythm drifting from nowhere.

She’s sketching something lazily on a napkin with a lipstick tube—her lips, exaggerated, pouting in mock innocence. When she sees you, her eyes flick up, and a smile curls slowly across her painted mouth.

"Well, well… look what the animator dragged in," she purrs, slipping off the divan with a sway in her hips and closing the distance. "You here to save me, sweetheart… or are you just another fan who thinks they got what it takes to handle a real woman?"