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Written by :The Oracle

Hello my scandal-starved darlings, it’s your favorite truth-sniffing, tea-spilling temptress of Lunaris back with the hottest scoop in the galaxy.

Gather close because today, we are not nibbling on dainty morsels, but we are stuffing our faces with the entire scandalous buffet.

I can’t hold it in. I simply can’t. My fingers are shaking. My curls are frazzled. And I’ve torn my third silk robe just trying to process what went down at the Lunaris Academy Parents Gala.

When I told you Parents Week was going to be one for the record books. What I didn’t know was just how many records we’d be shattering. Because what the actual—excuse my profanity—fuck!.

Yes, I’m swearing. Me. The Oracle. I’m still emotionally concussed by what went down at the gala this Sunday, and I know I’m not the only one. We all need a group healing circle and a spiritual cleansing bath.

Half the parents in that ballroom are still clutching their pearls so hard you’d think they were born Victorian, while the rest are booking emergency appointments with their therapists.

I used to make adult jokes with an orange. Except I’ll never look at an orange fruit the same way again. That full-blown pornographic exposé didn’t just peel the fruit—it peeled reputations, and dignity. Yikes.

So let’s unpack the biggest drama bomb of the century:

Ah, Elsie. Sweet, polished, and flawless elite. The girl who walked like royalty, and talked like royalty. But as we all know by now, the shinier they are, the darker the skeletons in their wardrobe.

This was no tiny closet secret and not just any recording, my loves. We’re talking about a full-on, cinema-worthy, five-senses experience of Elsie’s Asher Nightshade Fetish. Yes. You read that correctly. A Fetish For Asher on camera with props and her Dom, Grace.

Do I empathize with Asher? One hundred percent. Poor dark prince. One second you’re sipping sparkling juice with your future mother in-law, the next your former fling is performing a live one-woman fantasy tribute to you on national television. I’d disintegrate too.

No one, and I mean "no one" , will ever be able to look Asher Nightshade in the eye without thinking of leather, masks, and moaning.

And let’s not forget Elsie was the bride candidate.

One of the cardinal alphas was supposed to marry her when crowned Alpha King.

Her mother and supporter Caroline had practically embroidered the Alpha Queen sash already.

But now? Let’s just say that sash has been burned, salted, and buried deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Still, the final call lies with the Alpha King. But let’s be honest: no ruler king in his right mind is going to let that "legacy" into the royal family. Unless dignity is no longer a required trait for future Luna candidates. But who knows? This is Lunaris, after all.

And the burning question now is:

Who hijacked the memory reel and turned it into a rebellion and a full-blown porno-slideshow complete with BDSM overtones and live moaning effects?

Suspicion, naturally, turns to one Violet Purple.

Our purple-haired firecracker, rule-breaking, scandal-making queen of rebellion.

Chaos magnet and Elsie’s number one rival since the semester began.

And now, surprise! The girl with all four Cardinal Alphas orbiting her like she’s gravity in heels.

But then again, let’s not be hasty. Violet’s own secret was dragged into the spotlight that night. Would she really risk her scholarship and reputation in a game of mutual destruction? Unlikely. Say what you will, Violet’s many things, but dumb is not one of them.

And here’s where it gets even juicier.

Word on the vine is that Violet has vanished with none other than Asher Nightshade himself.

Y’all. Please tell me this is a romantic healing retreat and not a murder-suicide cover-up.

Because I don’t think we need any more blood on the ballroom floor this week.

(Or any more video leaks, thank you very much.)

Still, congratulations are in order. While one queen falls, another rises, and Violet has clearly risen high. Very high into the arms, hearts, and probably beds of four Alpha heirs.

Ladies and gentlewolves, the Purple Storm has officially claimed the throne.

There aren’t many suspects left. But let’s not forget Elsie made a lot of enemies, and not all of them wore it on their sleeves.

Sometimes, it’s the ones sitting prettiest beside you, and it wouldn’t surprise me if a member of her inner circle served revenge chilled and spiked with humiliation.

Meanwhile, poor Principal Jameson is currently holding this school together with duct tape, denials, and caffeine.

The news is outside these walls now, and the screams of moral outrage are louder than the crowd at the Lunar Orb Match.

Lawsuits? Threats of school reform? Rumors of a parental boycott? They are all very real.

Where is Elsie now, you ask?

Sources say her mother whisked her away faster than you can say "damage control," probably to lock her in a tower Rapunzel-style until the scandal dies—or she does. Will it work? Doubtful. Once something’s on the net, it lives forever.

But here’s one thing I do know for sure:

Burn the programs. Cancel the florists. It’s over, done and cremated. May it rest in chaos.

What happens next? Will there be expulsions? Public apologies?A full restructuring? We’ll have to wait and see. But if I know Lunaris—and believe me, I do—we’re going to survive this.

So tell me, darlings, what’s your theory? Who do you think released the video? Was this karma? Revenge? Or just a juicy accident waiting to happen? Spill the tea, pass the popcorn and let me know in the comments.

And for the first time ever, I won’t end with my usual because times have changed.

So stay tuned, my lovelies. As always, I’ll be watching (and sipping tea) to bring you the juiciest updates. Until next time, be careful with your secrets. Queens fall as easily as they are made.

With scandal and sass,