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Femina Economica Monster – Part 04

The luxurious car, bedecked in blue, white, and red, careened around the corner with Bon Vivant’s reckless driving. Victorique’s silver hair danced like a phantom in the back seat as they arrived at the square in front of the Apocalypse. A displeased groan escaped Victorique’s lips.

The red carpet was filled with gentlemen donned in tailcoats and ladies draped in glamorous evening gowns. Sparkling necklaces and cuffs embellished their attire. The Cigarette Girls, wearing blue miniskirts, greeted the guests with radiant smiles. Newspaper photographers relentlessly flashed their cameras, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

A tall Italian youth with curly hair turned to capture a picture. “I’m from the Daily Road, Mr. Wolf. One picture please!” but was shoved aside by the other photographers, sending him tumbling.

“Move, rookie!”

“Small newspapers don’t get to be in front!”

The Miracle Car screeched to a halt, and Victorique’s hair descended a second later. Silence enveloped