Wan 2.5 Preview Prompt: The spotlight carves a perfect silhouette out of the velvet darkness. She moves across the runway with a grace reserved for those who are used to being the center of attention, but there is something primal and instinctual about her gait. The delicate ivory lace flows over her skin like frost on marble. It is translucent, teasing with promises of coolness and tenderness, but offering no warmth. On either side of the runway, wolves crouch in the darkness. They are hungry. Their eyes glow amber in the lamplight. Muscles ripple beneath their pelts, and their nostrils flare as they scent her perfume mixed with her living warmth. She passes the largest of the pack, her lace swaying with the motion of her hips, almost touching his muzzle. The wolf shivers, running its rough tongue over its fangs. In this silence, the only sound is the click of her heels—the slow, steady thud of a victim's heart that knows it's a predator. She's not just showing off her lingerie; she's demonstrating the power of life over hunger.