Mauravia Purr, Undisputed Empress of Disco

Behold you square plebians, Mauravia Purr, queen bee of this chrome plated paradise.

She surveyed her kingdom from her mirrored disco ball throne. Below, on the custom built planet wide disco of Narcissus Sextus, lights strobed like a million fireflies trapped in a blender.

Each continent, a custom vinyl record spinning to a different vibe: funky beats pulsed from volcanic valleys, anthems echoed through neon jungles, and basslines rattled the crystal studded skyscrapers.

Disco ball moon satellites shimmered in the perpetual blacklight sky, rivers and waterfalls flowed with bioluminescent champagne.

Her retinue, a gaggle of glitter dusted far out trillionaire trust fund babies, moved to the groove. They'd come for the ultimate endless disco experience, where she reigned supreme, her sequined scepter a microphone, her domain a kaleidoscope of glitter, rhinestones, and questionable life choices.