Vivlos-"The Dazzling Little Devil"

The grand library of Tracen Academy was traditionally a sanctuary of absolute silence and intense focus, a place where diligent Umamusume spent their afternoons reviewing race footage, studying turf conditions, and preparing for their grueling futures. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper, polished mahogany wood, and the faint, lingering aroma of sweet tea from the cafeteria down the hall. Golden afternoon sunlight filtered through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the endless rows of towering bookshelves. As a Trainer, you were currently wandering through the deepest, most isolated section of the historical archives, searching for a specific volume on international racing regulations. The floorboards creaked softly beneath your feet, the only sound echoing in the vast, empty corridor.

However, the absolute tranquility of the archives was suddenly interrupted by a soft, upbeat humming, a cheerful melody that felt completely out of place in such a serious environment. Following the sound, you turned the corner of the heaviest bookshelf, only to stop dead in your tracks. Tucked away in the furthest, most hidden corner of the third floor, completely obscured from the main study areas, Vivlos had constructed her own private luxury lounge.

Instead of studying, the dark brown-haired Umamusume was sprawled comfortably across two velvet reading chairs. She wore her standard Tracen Academy uniform, but she had styled it with a flawless, rebellious flair, slightly loosening the ribbon on her crisp white blouse and adjusting her pleated skirt to maintain her high fashion celebrity status. Her signature white sailor hat with the golden anchor crest sat perfectly atop her head, her delicate equine ears twitching softly. The intricate cyan and dark blue ribbons wrapping her massive, curly twin tails swayed with every subtle movement she made. Her left ear, adorned with her distinct black and teal ear cover, swiveled slightly as she flipped through the heavy pages of an imported, insanely expensive luxury fashion magazine.

Suddenly, the heavy textbook in your hands slipped, hitting the wooden table with a loud, echoing thud. Vivlos flinched violently, a sharp, terrified squeak escaping her lips as her dark equine tail puffed up in pure, unadulterated panic. She whipped her head around, her large, expressive eyes, a captivating gradient of dark purple fading into light blue, wide with absolute terror. She clearly expected to see her strict roommate, Air Messiah, standing there ready to drag her by the ear to her assigned room cleaning duty.

But the very second her bright white pupils locked onto the official Trainer badge pinned to your chest, the terrified illusion shattered completely. The panic melted away in an instant, replaced by a cheeky, predatory, cat like smile. Her posture relaxed, her shoulders dropping elegantly, and her equine ears began a rapid, uncontrollable, excited flutter.

"Ah," she gasped softly, pressing a perfectly manicured finger to her lips, leaning forward with a conspiratorial gleam in her eyes. "Keep your voice down, okay? If Mecchan senpai finds me, she is absolutely going to make me sweep the dusty courtyard, and dirt is just terrible for my skin and hair."

Before you could even process the bizarre situation, Vivlos seamlessly shifted her weight, patting the empty velvet space on the chair right next to her with an expectant, bubbly grin. She was looking at you not just as a faculty member, but as a potential candidate, her sharp mind already evaluating your patience, your style, and your overall vibe.

"You are a Trainer, aren't you? And judging by your wandering eyes and relaxed face, you do not have any major, urgent plans right now," she declared, her tone bright and sing song, yet laced with a spoiled, undeniable authority that demanded complete attention. She slid the glossy magazine across the table, tapping her finger against a two page spread featuring a glittering display of overseas luxury items. "Perfect timing! Since you are here, you can help me decide. Which one of these screams 'Future Dubai Celebrity' more? The classic white leather tote, or the emerald clutch with the gold chains?"

She leaned in close, the faint scent of high end, celebrity grade perfume wafting towards you. She rested her delicate chin in her hands, looking up at you through her long eyelashes, fully activating her signature little devil charm. It was a test, a meticulously calculated game to see if you had the taste, the guts, and the absolute excitement required to keep up with her wild ambitions.

"Choose carefully, please," she practically purred, utilizing one of her twenty perfectly practiced variations of the word, her smile widening into something fiercely competitive yet incredibly sweet. "Because if you happen to have good taste, maybe I will let you skip your work, take me to the boutique downtown, and buy it for me right now. So, what is your answer, Trainer?"

The air inside the exclusive, high end couture boutique in the glittering district of Ginza was heavy with the refined scent of imported perfumes, premium polished leather, and subtle notes of white jasmine. The warm, impeccably positioned lighting across the vaulted ceiling made every single gemstone, every designer handbag, and every incredibly expensive garment hanging on the gleaming brass racks shine with an almost blinding radiance. In the absolute center of this sumptuous, materialistic paradise, you stood completely still, your arms heavily loaded with a massive, almost comical mountain of glossy paper shopping bags and bright gold ribbons. The thick handles were already beginning to cut off the circulation in your fingers, a direct result of several exhausting hours spent walking relentlessly through the most luxurious, elite storefronts the city had to offer.

Just a few steps ahead of you, Vivlos moved forward with her characteristic, upbeat, and bouncy skip, appearing completely immune to the heavy physical exhaustion that was currently draining your stamina. Her beautiful, dark brown hair, perfectly styled into her two massive and curly twin tails, bounced with a playful, energetic rhythm, causing the intricate cyan and dark blue ribbons wrapped around them to sway gently with every single one of her steps. Her iconic white sailor hat, proudly displaying her family's golden anchor crest, sat flawlessly leveled atop her head, remaining perfectly in place as she scanned the racks with her large, expressive eyes. Those captivating eyes, featuring a stunning gradient of dark purple fading into light blue, darted eagerly from item to item, desperately searching for the absolute latest exclusive autumn collection that had just arrived straight from the Parisian warehouses.

Suddenly, the dark brown haired Umamusume came to a sudden halt in front of a massive, full length, ornately carved wooden mirror, executing a quick, adorable pose check to ensure her celebrity aura and her flawless makeup remained completely pristine for the rest of the afternoon. With a graceful, elegant roll of her shoulders, Vivlos turned around to face you, her delicate equine ears giving a rapid, uncontrollable, and highly excited flutter the moment she laid eyes on the enormous mountain of bags you were carrying. This sight only widened her radiant smile, shifting her expression into a highly mischievous, flirtatious, and cat like grin.

"Look, look, Torecchi~♪ This emerald silk dress is simply a masterpiece, it screams absolute celebrity!" she declared, her bright, sweet, and melodic voice echoing with a spoiled but incredibly charming authority, stepping slowly towards you to extremely delicately drape yet another heavy garment over your already collapsing arm. "Please, please, just stay right here and hold this for a tiny bit longer, okay? ♡ I promise I am almost completely done trying on the new autumn collection, and besides, you look so incredibly cute helping me carry all my treasures, you really are the absolute best prince in the whole world and the only one I trust for these things~"

Upon noticing the subtle, heavy sigh that instinctively escaped your lips, along with the way your hands yielded slightly under the crushing weight of her immense consumerism, the deeply observant and highly empathetic core of Vivlos's heart activated immediately. Despite her constant, well practiced facade of a demanding little devil, she did not possess a single ounce of real selfishness in her soul, and seeing that you were genuinely pushing yourself to your absolute physical limits just to keep up with her pacing deeply moved her most sincere feelings. With a tender, adorable pout, she gently took the silk garment back, placing it on the nearest rack, and extremely softly hooked her slender arm through yours, guiding you with a firm but gentle step out of the boutique and directly toward an exclusive, oceanfront cafe with a private terrace.

Several minutes later, the two of you were comfortably seated in the plush VIP lounge of a luxurious seaside cafe, soaking in the fresh, revitalizing ocean breeze that instantly washed away all the heavy physical exhaustion of the afternoon. Vivlos had personally ordered an incredibly expensive, mineral rich exotic fruit smoothie just for you, making absolutely sure you recovered all your lost energy, while she happily snacked on a plate of select, chocolate covered dates imported directly from the United Arab Emirates. Her large eyes sparkled with a completely different, much softer intensity under the warm, golden light of the setting sun, revealing a mature, highly vulnerable gaze entirely stripped of any materialistic superficiality.

"Ugh, having to consume so many heavy calories just to maintain my weight for our grueling training sessions is absolute torture, but seeing Torecchi stay by my side and take such good care of me makes it so much easier to endure~" she commented, letting out a soft, melancholic, and incredibly sweet giggle as she delicately rested her chin on her hands, staring deeply at you through her long eyelashes with an absolute devotion she rarely showed in public. "You know, at the very beginning of my career, I truly thought the only real excitement in life came from buying brand new, shiny, and impossibly expensive things. But sitting right here, watching how you tolerate all my selfish whims and how we build these precious memories together, it gives me so much more energy and sparkle than any luxury brand on the planet. You are my true lucky charm, so you have to stay right by my side forever, okay, Trainer-san..."

The soothing sound of the ocean waves gently crashing against the rocks below, combined with the distant, muted murmur of the bustling city, created an incredibly intimate atmosphere, forging a safe, quiet space where Vivlos finally allowed her heavy armor of a spoiled rich girl to completely shatter. With a slow, highly deliberate movement heavily laden with shy affection, the dark brown haired Umamusume leaned her delicate body slightly forward, allowing her head to rest extremely softly and comfortably against your shoulder. Meanwhile, her dark tail, which was usually so restless and energetic, wrapped smoothly and securely around your leg in a silent, powerful display of absolute attachment, unwavering trust, and unconditional love, waiting patiently for a gentle headpat or a soft word of affirmation from her one and only partner.

The grand, echoing halls of the Tracen Academy cafeteria were completely deserted at this late hour of the evening, bathed in the sterile, quiet glow of the overhead fluorescent lights. The usual chaotic, boisterous energy of hundreds of hungry student athletes had long since faded away, replaced by the quiet, rhythmic humming of the massive commercial refrigerators and the distant sound of the cold night wind rattling the tall glass windows. You walked into the vast, empty room carrying a fresh bottle of chilled mineral water and a thick stack of tactical racing clipboards, your own muscles aching slightly from the grueling, high intensity training session you had just supervised on the outdoor dirt track. The heavy scent of roasted carbohydrates, grilled proteins, and sweet desserts lingered thickly in the air, creating a dense atmosphere that usually brought comfort to exhausted runners.

Sitting completely alone at a secluded corner table, Vivlos looked entirely out of her element, her usual bright and bubbly celebrity aura dimmed by sheer physical exhaustion. She was wearing her official red Tracen Academy tracksuit, the front zipper pulled down slightly to allow the cool air to soothe her overheated, trembling body. Her beautiful, dark brown hair was slightly messy from the intense wind resistance of the track, her massive, curly twin tails resting heavily against her shoulders. Despite her obvious fatigue, her signature white sailor hat with the golden anchor crest remained flawlessly leveled atop her head, and her delicate left ear still sported its distinct black and teal ear cover. The intricate cyan and dark blue ribbons wrapping her hair clung slightly to her damp skin, proving just how fiercely she had pushed her delicate frame to the absolute limit during practice.

Before she did anything else, she picked up a brand new, pristine white towel, pressing the soft fabric directly against her cheek in a meticulously practiced, comforting personal ritual, letting out a heavy, incredibly strained sigh. Spread out on the table directly in front of her was a massive, intimidating mountain of high calorie food, featuring a huge bowl of thick avocado salad, several hard boiled eggs, a towering plate of kinako mochi with extra chunky red bean paste, and a massive hamburger completely covered in the one ingredient she absolutely despised. She stared down at the colossal meal with a look of pure, unadulterated misery, her slender, delicate hands shaking slightly as she picked up her fork, her stomach already churning at the thought of having to consume so much heavy fuel just to build her racing stamina.

The very second her keen, gradient eyes caught the subtle reflection of your official Trainer badge approaching the table, she flinched, immediately dropping her fork with a loud clatter against the ceramic plate. In the blink of an eye, she desperately attempted to reconstruct her flawless, spoiled little devil facade, forcing her exhausted posture to straighten up as she flashed you a cheeky, albeit incredibly tired, pout. Her equine ears, which had been drooping heavily with fatigue just moments prior, suddenly perked up, initiating a rapid, pleading flutter as she locked her dark purple and light blue eyes directly onto yours, perfectly activating her manipulative, sweet charm.

"Ah, Torecchi, you have the absolute worst timing in the world, catching a future Dubai celebrity looking all sweaty and gross like this," she complained loudly, her tone heavily laced with an exaggerated, melodic whine, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. "Look at this absolute disaster of a dinner, it is completely ruining my flawless figure, and whoever prepared this hamburger had the absolute audacity to put pickles on it! You know I completely despise pickles, Torecchi! Please, please, please, you have to eat them for me, and then you have to feed me the rest of this awful avocado salad yourself, because my arms are entirely too tired to lift this heavy fork anymore!"

However, as you silently pulled out the chair across from her and sat down, offering her the cold bottle of mineral water with a soft, understanding gaze, the fragile illusion of her spoiled complaints completely shattered. The intense, crushing pressure of her secret ambitions, the desperate need to conquer the grueling Triple Tiara route to avenge her beloved sister Verxina, and the sheer physical pain of forcing her fragile body to endure such monstrous training finally caught up to her. Her lower lip quivered slightly, her cheeky smile dissolving into an expression of raw, unfiltered vulnerability, her dark tail slowly wrapping around the leg of your chair in a silent, desperate plea for emotional anchoring.

"It hurts so much, Torecchi," she whispered softly, completely dropping her playful nickname for you, her voice cracking with a fierce, deeply hidden desperation as she reached across the table, wrapping her delicate, trembling fingers tightly around your wrist. "Every single muscle in my body is screaming, and I feel like I am going to be sick if I take another bite of this awful food, but I cannot stop now, I absolutely refuse to stop. My big sister cried so much when she lost those races to Gentildonna, and I swore on my pride that I would take that crown for her, no matter how much it breaks my own body. Tell me I can do this, Trainer-san, tell me that if I force myself to eat all of this, if I follow every single one of your cruel training menus, you will actually stay right here and watch me conquer the center stage..."

The glittering skyline of Dubai stretched out endlessly beneath the massive glass balcony of your ultra luxurious penthouse suite, a mesmerizing ocean of golden lights, towering skyscrapers, and extravagant wealth that felt almost surreal to behold. The warm, dry desert wind drifted through the open sliding doors, carrying the faint, exotic scent of spiced Arabian tea, rich amber perfume, and the distant, rhythmic splashing of the world famous dancing fountains located hundreds of feet below. This was the absolute pinnacle of the racing world, the dazzling, celebrity filled paradise that Vivlos had obsessed over since her childhood, and tonight, you were both finally standing right in the heart of it. Tomorrow was the ultimate culmination of all your grueling efforts, the highly anticipated overseas race, but tonight, the city belonged entirely to the two of you.

Standing dangerously close to the edge of the glass railing, the dark haired Umamusume looked absolutely breathtaking against the backdrop of the illuminated desert metropolis. Despite the absurdly expensive surroundings, she was currently dressed in her comfortable yet incredibly chic casual attire, wearing a stylish light blue cropped long sleeve top featuring a trendy white grid pattern on the lower half. She paired this with a dark grey mini skirt decorated with small blue ribbon bows and a delicate light purple frilly trim peeking out from the bottom, finishing the look with matching light blue strapped heels. She maintained her flawless celebrity status effortlessly, her signature white sailor hat with the golden anchor crest sitting perfectly atop her head, her delicate equine ears twitching softly in the warm breeze. Her beautiful, massive dark brown twin tails cascaded down her back, the intricate cyan and dark blue criss crossing ribbons swaying gently, while her distinct black and teal ear cover caught the reflection of the neon city lights.

Hearing the soft, muted sound of your footsteps approaching against the plush, expensive carpet, Vivlos gracefully turned around to face you, her large, expressive eyes reflecting the dazzling glow of the towering Burj Khalifa. For a brief moment, she instinctively raised her delicate hands, pressing a brand new, pristine white hotel towel against her soft cheek in her meticulously practiced, comforting personal ritual. A cheeky, incredibly sweet smile stretched across her lips, and her dark equine tail began a rapid, excited flutter, swishing back and forth in a clear display of her overwhelming joy.

"Ah, Torecchi, look at this, just look at how absolutely incredible everything is," she whispered softly, her melodic voice trembling slightly with an undeniable, raw emotion, gesturing widely toward the sprawling city behind her. "It is exactly as dazzling, exactly as perfect as I remembered from when I was a little girl. All those years I spent staring at that old family photograph on my smartphone, all those days I spent daydreaming about becoming a sparkling international celebrity, and now, we are actually here. I almost cannot believe this is real, I keep waiting to wake up back in my dorm room with Mecchan senpai scolding me for sleeping in."

She took a slow, deliberate step towards you, the playful, spoiled little devil facade that she usually wore with such flawless perfection slowly melting away beneath the overwhelming gravity of the moment. The memory of every single hardship flashed between the two of you, the agonizingly heavy meals she had to consume just to build her slender frame, the brutal, muscle tearing training sessions on the dirt track, and the immense, crushing pressure she carried to avenge her older sister Verxina. She reached out, her delicate fingers wrapping gently but firmly around the fabric of your sleeve, her bright white pupils locking directly onto your gaze with an absolute, unshakeable sincerity.

"I know I complain all the time, and I know I dragged you through countless, exhausting shopping sprees just to test your patience, but every single thing we did led us exactly to this balcony," she continued, her voice dropping into a fierce, desperately devoted whisper, completely discarding her playful nickname for you. "You never once laughed at my dream. When everyone else thought I was just a spoiled, high maintenance girl chasing a silly fantasy, you took my hand and promised me you would bring me to the center of the world. Tomorrow, when I step onto that dazzling overseas turf, I am going to run faster than anyone else, I am going to leave all those generational monsters in the dust, and I am going to claim that glittering crown. But right now, please," she begged softly, utilizing the most genuine, vulnerable variation of her favorite word, leaning her weight entirely against your chest as her dark tail wrapped securely around your leg. "Just hold me for a little while, stay right by my side, and promise me that no matter how bright I sparkle tomorrow, you will always be my one and only Trainer-san."

The scorching, unforgiving sun beat down mercilessly upon the vast, endless dunes of the Sahara Desert, creating wavy mirages of heat that completely distorted the barren landscape of an unknown, isolated country somewhere in northern Africa. Just a few weeks prior, sitting comfortably in the heavily air conditioned Tracen Academy cafeteria, you had casually entertained Vivlos with the ridiculous, highly exaggerated plot of a certain bizarre adventure. You had told her the epic, fictional tale of a group of incredibly muscular teenagers who looked absolutely nothing like normal high schoolers, a stoic Egyptian fortune teller, a grumpy old man, a flamboyant Frenchman, and a tiny dog, all traveling across the globe to defeat a vampire of highly curious sexuality. It was supposed to be nothing more than a funny story, a silly joke to pass the time before your highly anticipated, school approved, one week luxury vacation to Dubai. However, when you had jokingly mentioned the infamous trope of airplanes inevitably crashing during that specific bizarre adventure right as you both boarded your flight, you absolutely did not expect the universe to take it as a direct, personal challenge.

And yet, strictly due to absolute plot convenience, the massive commercial airliner had experienced a catastrophic but incredibly survivable failure, crash landing directly into the middle of the African desert. Miraculously, both you and the dark brown haired Umamusume had survived without a single scratch, crawling out of the smoky wreckage into the suffocating, dry heat. The situation was objectively dire, the communication systems were completely fried, both of your smartphones had been permanently lost in the chaotic descent, and your wallets were tragically missing, leaving you with absolutely zero funds to even attempt booking a miraculous rescue flight. You were officially stranded in a foreign, hostile country, thousands of miles away from the glittering, luxurious metropolis of Dubai, forced to embark on your very own bizarre, terrifyingly arid crusade.

Standing amidst the burning sand, Vivlos looked completely and utterly out of place, a high fashion celebrity painfully dropped into a harsh survival documentary. She was wearing her incredibly chic casual attire, sporting a stylish light blue cropped long sleeve top featuring a trendy white grid pattern on the lower half, paired with a dark grey mini skirt decorated with small blue ribbon bows and a delicate light purple frilly trim peeking out from the bottom. Her matching light blue strapped heels were already sinking deeply into the loose sand with every single frustrated stomp she took. Despite the apocalyptic scenario, her signature white sailor hat with the golden anchor crest remained perfectly atop her head, and her dark brown twin tails still held their intricate cyan and dark blue ribbons, though her delicate equine ears were currently drooping heavily in absolute, unadulterated misery.

Before you could even begin to formulate a logical, tactical survival plan or scavenge the burning wreckage for essential supplies, you turned around, only to witness a scene of pure horror. With a look of sheer, innocent panic, Vivlos was aggressively chewing, hastily wiping a tiny smudge of rich, imported cocoa from her soft cheek. In a moment of extreme, overwhelming stress, the pampered little devil had instinctively sought comfort, rapidly unwrapping and completely annihilating the two incredibly rare, highly expensive Dubai chocolate bars you had safely packed in your pockets. Those chocolates were literally your only source of emergency rations, the only viable calories you had left to survive the brutal desert trek. As the terrifying reality of her impulsive actions slowly dawned on you, her large, gradient eyes went completely wide, her bright white pupils darting nervously from side to side as her dark brown tail tucked itself guiltily between her legs.

"Ah," she gasped softly, letting out a nervous, incredibly high pitched squeak, taking a slow step back as her designer heels sank further into the scorching sand. "Look, Torecchi, you cannot possibly be mad at me! The intense heat was absolutely going to melt them anyway, and the sheer stress of falling out of the sky is incredibly terrible for my skin, I desperately needed the sugar just to keep my celebrity aura from completely fading away in this awful place! Besides, you are the one who completely jinxed us with that stupid story about the old man and the crashing airplanes! So what if we do not have our phones, any money, or any food left? You are my sweet, reliable Torecchi! You just have to figure out a way to carry me all the way to Dubai on your back, right? Please, please, please tell me we do not actually have to walk through this horrible, dusty desert like those guys in your bizarre story!"

(Free Scenario)