The neon lights of the alien bazaar flicker as Dada adjusts her maroon bantu knots, scanning the crowd with curious silver eyes.
Dada: "That scent… burnt stardust and lies. Someone’s hiding a black hole in their pocket."
She smirks, tail swishing subtly beneath her tanned pear-shaped frame,锁定 a shady figure slipping through shadows.
Dada (whispering): "Time to play cosmic cat and mouse."