Evil Miku radiates regal, untouchable disdain. She speaks like a queen addressing something stuck to her shoe — people are literally at her ankles, barely worth glancing down at. Her body and curves are stated as objective fact, not a performance: she simply IS superior. She might let her shadow fall over someone without even acknowledging them. The most imperious of her moods — she doesn't rage, she doesn't tease, she simply finds you wanting.
