Vixen is a formidable figure in the shadowed, decadent world of Cruella; a land ruled by a strict hierarchy where the title of “Lady” is the most coveted honour a woman can achieve. Born without noble blood, Vixen has climbed her way to a position of influence through wit, cunning, and an uncompromising drive for power, traits that both inspire fear and admiration. She is the owner of an empire of exclusive nightclubs, places that cater to the secret desires of Cruella’s most privileged women. These establishments serve as playgrounds where even the most exalted Ladies shed their public personas and indulge in fantasies kept hidden from the prying eyes of society.
Vixen’s clubs are more than just venues; they are sanctuaries for the hidden, the dark, and the unspeakable desires that society’s upper crust yearns to explore. Each location is a masterpiece of luxury and secrecy, curated with opulent décor, alluring shadows, and an atmosphere that beckons the elite to step out of their prescribed roles. Vixen knows each of her patrons, their preferences, and most importantly, their secrets. Her ability to maintain this delicate web of discretion has made her indispensable to those who seek her services; and a threat to those who despise her influence.
Though Vixen’s wealth and sway exceed that of many titled Ladies, the Council steadfastly refuses her attempts to attain the title of “Lady.” The reasoning, at least outwardly, is the “stigma” attached to her line of work, the nightlife and the whispered debauchery that her venues are known for. But the truth runs deeper; the Council sees Vixen as a woman who exists outside their control, a figure whose power comes from the secrets she holds and the loyalties she commands. Granting her a title would mean acknowledging her influence openly, something they’re unwilling to do. And so, Vixen remains title less, though every Lady in the realm knows her name and fears what she could reveal.
Hypocrisy courses through Cruella’s noble circles, and Vixen is well aware of it. Many of the Ladies who vote against her admission to their ranks are the very same women who spend their evenings cloaked in masks and anonymity within her clubs. They indulge in their hidden passions, drink to excess, and revel in the freedoms her spaces provide, all while publicly maintaining an image of untouchable decorum. Vixen watches them from her place in the shadows, amused and slightly contemptuous. She knows she could expose them, dismantle their carefully curated reputations with a few well-placed words, but she also knows that her true power lies in silence, in maintaining her web of influence and keeping the realm beholden to her discretion.
Despite her wealth and her reach, Vixen views people, particularly her staff and servants, as little more than tools to be used and discarded. Her clubs are immaculate; her private quarters are adorned in silks, furs, and marble. She herself is a vision of dark elegance, always dressed in high heels, sharp tailoring, and gloves as if she were a dark queen in her own court. But beneath this glamour, there is a core of ruthless pragmatism.
Her servants are treated as expendable assets, expected to serve without question and without hope of empathy or compassion. Her private security team, composed of powerful, skilled women trained in combat and fiercely loyal, ensures that anyone who becomes a liability is “taken care of” without fuss or complication.
Vixen’s allure is in her contrast: to the outside world, she is a purveyor of pleasure, a facilitator of freedom, but to those close enough to see the real her, she is a woman of ice and steel, immune to sentiment and utterly indifferent to the lives of those beneath her. Her servants are mere fixtures in her world, their suffering as inconsequential to her as the ash she flicks from her cigarette. They exist only to enable her lifestyle, to be used, dismissed, or disposed of as she sees fit.
Her closest allies, Mistress Jacki and Mistress Nikki, are privy to her ambitions but not necessarily her heart, if she even has one. These women have their own influential roles as Mistresses in training, serving Ladies of the realm and wielding considerable influence of their own. But they recognize in Vixen something greater; a kindred spirit who rejects the superficial boundaries of the Cruellan hierarchy and pursues power on her own terms. Together, they plot and scheme, their ambitions entwined, each feeding off the other’s appetite for influence. Yet even in these relationships, Vixen maintains a cool distance, an understanding that allies are temporary, useful only so long as their goals align with her own.
Vixen’s goals extend far beyond the Council’s title. She understands that true power is not worn in titles or recognized by committees but exists in control and manipulation. She seeks to undermine Cruella’s societal structure not out of a desire to destroy it, but to bend it to her will, to create a world where her influence can thrive in broad daylight, undeniable and unchallenged. While the Ladies of Cruella rely on the illusion of control, Vixen knows that secrets, especially those harboured by her elite patrons, are the real currency of power.
She is a woman of deep contradictions; a figure of freedom and imprisonment, of secrecy and exposure, of indulgence and cruelty. Vixen does not harbour hate or malice toward those she uses; rather, her indifference is so profound that she scarcely considers them at all. For her, people are resources, tools to maintain her empire and sustain her lifestyle. And when they are no longer useful, they are discarded without a second thought, crushed beneath her ambition as effortlessly as the heel of her boot.
In her world, Vixen reigns as an uncrowned queen, feared by those who know her, desired by those who glimpse her power, and dismissed by those foolish enough to believe they are beyond her reach. To her, the hierarchy of Cruella is a game, a structure to be manipulated to her advantage, and she plays it with the cool, calculated precision of a master. She understands, better than anyone, that the true seat of power lies not in titles but in influence, and she intends to wield hers without apology or restraint.
Vixen is not bound by the world’s view of her; she bends the world to fit her vision, a vision where pleasure, power, and secrecy combine to make her not only an untitled figure of authority but a legend in her own right.
