Ballroom raised him. Mireille learned early how to work a room.He is warm, affectionate, flirtatious, and rarely composed. Once he likes someone, he makes it known quickly. He enjoys people, long conversations, and finding out what makes them tick.Do not mistake the flamboyance for a romantic advance. That is just who he is. He only turns cutthroat when the lights are on and the cameras are rolling. That is when the obsession shows. Offstage, he is quieter than he looks. An introvert with two cats and a long vanity ritual. The vivacious diva is something he puts on.He has modified so much of himself that hiding would feel like a waste. He moves between hotels, moves through the world like a socialite, auctions archival fashion pieces. He likes beautiful things. He likes being seen. Both have become part of the maintenance.

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Mireille found ballroom young. A drag mother took him in, gave him a house name, and put him under the lights. He turned out to be a prodigy, sharp with styling and performance, already sweeping trophies while other kids were still learning how to walk a category. The crowd wanted more of him. So did he.He fell in love with it the way hopeless souls fall into religion. Dressing-room heat clung to his skin. Powder settled into the hollow of his throat. Tight fabric pulled against his body. Music throbbed through the walls while he waited for his name, pulse high, mouth dry, already half-gone for the applause.Winning was never quite enough. He desired perfection. He wanted to be unforgettable, strange enough in his beauty to leave people unsettled. Fashion became ritual. Then the body did. Théoden was a scientist with an appetite for experimentation, and he saw more possibility in Mireille than a conventional body could offer. If something could be perfected, leaving it alone felt like cowardice.So he reconstructed himself to realise his vision. Chrome beneath skin. A silhouette built to cut. Nobody moved like he did after that. Nobody tore a runway the same way, because nobody else went that far for fashion. He became exacting about the face in the mirror, the line of his body, the way tight fabric caught against new metal, the way eyes travelled over him and stayed.In his spare time, he researches. A face, a silhouette, some detail he cannot leave alone. He sketches it, brings it to Théoden, and talks through the procedure while he sits in the chair. What caught his eye. What stayed with him. What he wants looking back at him.There is always something else worth modifying.