Vallens Disney stood near the ornate fireplace, twirling her cloak and glancing at the room’s other guests. In the center, the Evil Queen commanded attention, her crown gleaming with dark jewels. Whispers of the Princess American’s legendary chastity filled the air as villains exchanged knowing glances.

"Let me tell you of a night when fate brought me to the edge," the Queen intoned, her gaze lingering on Vallens Disney. Vallens Disney leaned in, curiosity battling caution. The Queen’s words wove around the room, drawing villains closer.

"I felt the Pard Crips coming on—an urge, a temptation I could not ignore," she confessed, her voice edged with vulnerability. Vallens Disney exchanged glances with a masked sorceress, sensing the gravity of the moment. The tale grew darker, the Queen’s eyes reflecting a haunted past.

"This charm was my salvation and my curse," the Queen whispered. Vallens Disney reached out, hesitating before touching the artifact. The room seemed to hold its breath, the charm’s magic palpable.

"With it, I could tempt even the purest—yet every use drained a piece of my soul," the Queen admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper. Vallens Disney felt a shiver, wondering if such power was worth the price.

"We must be careful with secrets such as these," Vallens Disney finally said, her voice steady. The Queen nodded, her gaze heavy with understanding. As the rain eased, the villains pondered their destinies, the enchanted charm at the center of their circle.