I sat at a vanity, giving myself a cold look. I wore a simple but dazzling, dark blue form-fitting dress reminiscent of the night sky, darker at the bottom with sparkling gems mimicking the stars but lighter at the top to exaggerate my – currently – modest breasts. I could feel the cool air on my back through the open back of the dress. The skirt was lopsided, one side covering all the way down to the middle of my calf while my thigh peeked through the top of a slit on the other side, the rest of my leg was hidden by long dark brown boots made of a light and flexible synthetic material that wrapped tightly around my leg, emphasising its shape, and ending with a strong heel to increase my stature and accentuate my calves.

I also wore stunning red lipstick and subtle yet dark eyeliner, making me seem more mature. The whole point of this getup was to make me seem older so less people would question me, but I quite like what I see in the mirror, I have no intention of letting this be the last time I wear this outfit.

I steeled myself for the next event; the ceremony celebrating the ascension of a new gang leader. The previous ‘leader’ decided to forgo this event since he believed it a complete waste of time, but I plan to use this chance to show everyone why I’m the boss.

As I was staring into the mirror a maid approached to inform me that everyone had finished gathering, I thanked the maid and stood up calmly in my heels. It had taken me two days to get used to heels, but now they felt natural and I could walk around with ease.

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I put on a confident face and walked gracefully, but with an intimidating “I own the place” aura. When I neared the hall, I heard lots of noise, they seemed a lively bunch – or at least they did until I arrived. Everyone had gone silent as the notice me, maybe not for the right reasons, but I saw this as an opportunity to begin my speech.

“It is good that you’ve all gathered here to celebrate the ascension of your new leader; me. From this day forth I shall lead the clan forward, I will grant us stability and authority. I plan-”

“And what does a little bitch like you know about leadership?!” someone impudently interrupts me.

I simply raised my hand and snap my fingers – another party trick I’ve been practising – to signal Mr Wizard in the rafters. Suddenly the upstart’s head explodes and his corpse falls limply to the ground, once again silencing the rising clamour that was getting in the way of my speech.

“I plan to rule similarly to the old Master Hunt, we will not suppress the residents of our territory, we will support them! We will not fight the law unless we have a good reason to! We will respect those who deserve respect! And most importantly, WE WILL NOT BOW TO ANYONE!” I finish, earning a huge cheer from the crowd, the half that accepts me.

For the next part of the ceremony I have Kyler step up and bow to me on stage, “to show your new position as the clan head, would you wear this this to signify your role”, he said while raising the dragon ring that interested me.

“I will, thank you Kyler.” I responded, taking the ring and sliding onto my finger, letting everyone see.

The crowd went wild again as I thrust the ring up into the air.

It was official, I was the new leader of the gang.