Sis is Anyone Army || Adeyaka Sada || Chapter 1 Group Stage
The most pedestrian and dull of the rabble here might look at Adeyaka Sada, the Demon General, and think that surely someone of her stature was simply too cool and intimidating to ever pull off 'cute'. Adeyaka would merely have chuckled knowingly at them... Fools. She had the skill of a shapeshifter, and could shift her visage to appeal to anyone!
Even... The 'cute' craving masses.
It was fair to say that Adeyaka could at least draw attention to herself when she walked. The metallic click of her feet was as rythmic as it was loud. As she walked she kept her hat tilted low and covering her face until she reached the midpoint of the runway, grabbing hold of the cap's brim and tilting it up with a big, toothy grin. Instantly her other hand went to rest on her hip and she clicked the heels of her feet together in a mock, but distinctly military, style.
Now that she was showing her face, the help she'd sought from the top professionals here was visible - that was to say, Helios had graciously helped accent Adeyaka's visible eye with a decorative and bold purple eyeshadow, softening her otherwise harsh glare.
At the end of the runway Adeyaka crouches down, reaching her hands out to an imaginary legion of devoted followers. Her hands splayed, they properly show off a very fetching pair of light purple gloves, each adorned with one large bow and decorative lace. They're far too cute to have been part of her own wardrobe, as Adeyaka grabbed these out of the get-up gatcha only moments earlier.
Now, only one pose left. Adeyaka took her sweet time getting to this point on the runway, and was comfortable taking her sweet time getting off of it. The girl lived for and absolutely loved all this attention it was getting her, after all.
Just as she'd almost finished vamping her way back off the runway - almost to the point where it looked like she might have forgotten a third pose - Adeyaka stops and glanced back with a grin. Grabbing the hat off of her head, she almost shyly covers her mouth with it as she throws up a hand waving goodbye - her legs at a jaunty angle.
With that, the cap goes back on and she boldly marches off, fully content with her own performance.