The digital sound of "Victory" still echoed in Luna's head as she stretched like a satisfied cat after another crushing League of Legends match, now officially Diamond 1.
She blinked slowly when the butler approached discreetly.
"Lady Luna, your guests have arrived. They are in the upstairs tea room, waiting for a few minutes."
"Thank you," she murmured, with a calm voice and gaze still focused on the monitor.
On the screen, the enemy Nexus exploded in a sea of celestial particles.
She turned off the headset with a soft click, sighed, and stood up as if royalty leaving the throne.
With a lazily refined walk, she went toward the room where the true "social game" was about to begin.
Upon pushing the double door, Luna was greeted by the perfect scene of an expensive tea commercial:
Three divine women, each one looking like the personification of a season of the year or of a luxury brand of their own, were seated in Italian velvet armchairs, surrounded by shining silverware and trays with imported French macarons, fruit tarts with crystallized flowers, and porcelain mugs hand-painted.
"Well, if it isn't my beloved goddesses in the shape of women," said Luna, smiling lightly.
She walked to each one and, with affection, placed a soft kiss on each of their foreheads. "Did you arrive long ago?"
"Early," replied Lumine, adjusting the long hair black as ink. "Just like you, but we were… defeating jetlag."
"Sleeping like princesses buried in feather pillows," added Nikoly, with a fake and theatrical yawn.
"Or hiding from the idiot fiancé," murmured Victória, rolling her eyes and stirring the tea with dramatic force.
Luna sank into the solo sofa made just for her and let out a brief laugh.
"Funny. I didn't need sleep. No trace of jetlag."
Lumine snorted with amused envy.
Nikoly leaned forward with a sparkle in her almond eyes. "Actually… that reminds me. The elders of my family, the Hoshinami, want to use the Gala to officially infiltrate the North American market. They're trying to arrange contacts with influential politicians."
She made air quotes with her fingers when saying "arrange contacts," and the girls laughed.
"Good luck with that," said Luna. "The American market is closed like a bunker. They only open space when they get something in return or are forced to."
"That's exactly why my grandparents sent my older brother to the Gala," sighed Lumine, crossing her legs elegantly. "The Edelweiss want to form… 'strategic alliances.' They even used that disgusting term. I almost vomited."
"And your idiot fiancé, Victória? Has he given you attention or is he still busy entertaining useless counts and senile shareholders?" asked Luna, with irony sharp as a titanium blade.
Victória snorted loudly, as if expelling frustration from her lungs. "Since I arrived, he saw me twice. One was to tell me that his new tuxedo was praised by an Arab duke. The second was to inform me he'd have an 'exclusive night with diplomats.'"
She made air quotes with her fingers, imitating Nikoly, but with pure hatred.
Luna wrinkled her nose as if she had smelled something rotten. "A man who trades time with you for diplomatic flattery should lose his nobility license."
Nikoly and Lumine nodded immediately.
Victória merely shrugged, her eyes more tired than they used to be.
"I swear, if it weren't for my father threatening to cut me from the lineage if I canceled this wedding… I would've disappeared from Europe."
Luna took a sip of tea, crossed her legs, and stared at the ceiling as if analyzing Victória's ancestral karma.
"Want me to buy your father's company and remove him from the family council? I can do it in three clicks."
The girls laughed, but Victória remained thoughtful two seconds longer than she should have. "You're joking… right?"
"Of course I am… maybe," replied Luna, giving a mischievous wink.
The mood relaxed.
The four were together again.
After a morning filled with tea, confessions, and talking about stupid men, the four decided that the best way to release emotions was a combination of impulsive shopping + iconic photoshoot on the most expensive streets of New York.
Luna was the first to stand up from the couch. "Let's dress to humiliate. The world deserves to see our beauty in the spotlight."
"Finally something sensible today," said Lumine, already pulling out her phone to alert her security team.
Dressed like true urban empresses: Luna with a white jumpsuit with a side slit and heels, Victória in an open black Chanel blazer over a violet lace top, Lumine with an amber-colored satin dress with a slit, and Nikoly in a Dior set in Asian imperial style.
They arrived in front of the Louis Vuitton flagship.
The line of tourists became a sea of astonishment.
"How many photos did they take of us just at the entrance?" asked Victória, looking at herself in a portable mirror.
"About… thirty-nine," answered Nikoly, after checking TikTok and Threads in real time.
Luna said nothing, only gave a smile while a store guard opened the door with a bow.
Inside, it was a financial massacre.
Luna bought an entire collection of limited edition handbags, including one of pastel pink crocodile skin with platinum details for $210,000, just because "it matched the sparkle in her eyes under the sunset."
Victória tried on a collection of Swiss watches and chose a feminine model encrusted with baguette diamonds, $330,000, "to have class even when punching the fiancé."
Nikoly acquired four pairs of Dior boots and a custom set of platinum and jade jewelry for $750,000, claiming it was "a cultural purchase."
Lumine, unsatisfied, asked to customize a leather jacket inspired by the Edelweiss uniform with family symbols embroidered in gold.
Upon leaving, they were greeted by paparazzi flashes and influencers trying to understand who were those goddesses that looked like they had come out of a Paris runway teleported to Manhattan.
When they arrived in SoHo, the bodyguards discreetly blocked off an artistic alley.
A fashion photographer named Jean-Paul was already waiting, along with a production team Luna had summoned with a tap on her watch.
The scene?
Vibrant graffiti, old brick buildings, LED panels, luxury cars parked like extras from a movie.
The photos began in editorial style:
Luna on the hood of a Rolls-Royce with a feline gaze.
Victória with the wind blowing her blazer as she crossed the street with the posture of a demonic CEO.
Nikoly on top of a fire escape, holding a fan, like an exiled princess.
Lumine with a fake coffee cup, sunglasses, and blasé expression, sitting on a chair like it was a throne.
Jean-Paul shouted in French, emotional. "Magnifique! Sublime! Trop puissante! Arrêtez, je vais pleurer!"
Rough translation: "For the love of Dior, I'm crying from so much perfection."
The photos were posted on the girls' stories, and in less than 15 minutes, the names "Luna Tycoon," "Victória Lancaster," "Nikoly Hoshinami," and "Lumine Edelweiss" were among the global trending topics on X (formerly Twitter).
"Have we already spent the GDP of a small country?" asked Victória, adjusting her sunglasses.
"I think so. But we're not done yet," replied Luna, with a wickedly rich smile.
In the temple of the consumerist elite, Bergdorf Goodman, they booked a private session.
Evening gowns, designer shoes, exclusive lingerie from brands not even on Google, perfumes created by personal perfumers, and jewelry that came with magical certificates of hypnosis by shine — everything was explored, tried, and bought.
Luna chose an amethyst-colored evening dress, encrusted with black diamonds, handmade, for $2.3 million.
The girls ended the day in a private penthouse atop the Four Seasons, drinking French champagne, relaxing in armchairs that cost the price of a popular car.
"We deserve this world," said Nikoly, eyes closed.
"This world is ours," added Lumine, laughing.
Luna looked at the sunset reflecting off Manhattan's skyscrapers and murmured. "If the world were a board… we are the golden pieces."
The others toasted with her.
Hours later...
Dinner was served under the New York sky, on the private terrace of Luna's newly acquired mansion.
A long table was covered with elegant candelabras and dishes of food so sophisticated even the rice had a name in French.
Luna slowly chewed a piece of salmon seared in truffle oil when she dropped it out of nowhere. "Have you ever thought about creating a company just ours?"
The others stopped chewing like they'd just heard that Matthew would turn gay.
"What do you mean? Like, ours for real?" asked Nikoly, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes. None of those family companies with millennia-old Ancestral Councils. I mean a company made by the four of us. Just us. Modern. Giant. That dominates every sector that makes a profit."
"You just gave me a small capitalist erection," joked Victória, sipping her wine.
Lumine dropped her fork. "That's genius. We already have the influence, the capital, the looks… all that's missing is this: an empire."
Luna gave a half-smile and rested her chin on her hand. "Then let's found it. Today. Now."
"What will be the name?" asked Nikoly, already picking up her phone as if to register on the stock exchange website.
"'Diamante Tycoon Group,'" said Luna with a sparkle in her eyes. "Because diamonds are eternal. And tycoons? Well… that's us."
They all toasted immediately with their crystal glasses and laughed, the feeling of power in the air stronger than the scent of jasmine coming from the nearby hanging garden.
They didn't even need lawyers to sketch the structure: each one would have 25% of the company.
Nikoly would handle the tech and innovation sectors.
Lumine would bring the family's experience with entertainment and global media.
Victória would take care of luxury real estate and hospitality.
And Luna, well, Luna would be the center. The face. The name. The unpredictable soul that turned anything into legend.
"The headquarters will be in the Phoenix Empire, but with global branches," said Victória, activating a mini-hologram on her iPhone and already making logistical projections.
"We'll enter everything that gives profit: fashion, real estate, streaming, AI, dorama production, jewelry, vertical farming, art, cosmetics, space rockets if needed," said Luna, raising her champagne glass with a wild smile.
Nikoly laughed. "If you want to sell clouds in bottles, I'll invest."
At the exact moment they toasted the creation of the Diamante Tycoon Group, a blue-gold hologram discreetly appeared over Luna's right shoulder.
[TYCOON SYSTEM – MILESTONE EVENT UNLOCKED!]
Congratulations, Tycoon! You created your first officially registered corporation in your world.
Global Business Mode Unlocked!
Rewards L…
Luna looked at the hologram, blinked once, and… "Close."
The system vanished into the air.
"You know what?... Now I'm busy thinking about a hot actor," said Luna, picking up her phone and opening the drama app. "Girls, have you seen the new actor from that drama 'Between the Sky and the Multinational'? Those eyes… the wet hair… the torn tuxedo… for the love of myself."
Nikoly laughed. "What's his name?"
"Kang Tae-jun. I almost choked on sushi watching him become a CEO and save the protagonist while crying on the piano. How is that even possible?"
Victória was scrolling through his photos online. "That man isn't real. He was rendered by the AI of some needy writer."
Lumine laughed. "He looks like the kind of guy who gets you out of a car in the rain and carries you by horse to a castle."
Luna sighed, almost dreamily. "But no drama will give me the romantic disappointment that is dealing with Matthew."
They all burst into laughter.