In a futuristic universe, Caelorth Prime is a sexist world where women are forced to be beautiful and elegant.

Imagine a future where technology has not liberated humanity, but has perfected its hierarchy. Here, between crystal towers and hanging gardens, an elegant silence reigns, disturbed only by the silky rustle of skirts and the murmur of fountains. The architecture borrows its detailed ornamentation from Victorian salons, but the gilded moldings conceal luminous filaments, and the mirrors scrutinize more than they reflect.

Beauty is a discipline here. An exquisite constraint. Women move in silhouettes sculpted by shape-memory corsets, their steps hampered by crinolines whose hoops are made of lightweight, almost indestructible alloys. Their veils, seemingly vaporous, actually display data streams, reminders of etiquette.

Beneath the appearance of a harmonious and refined society, every detail is a lock. Dressing is an automated and intrusive ritual. Freedom of movement is conditional on the presence and permission of a man.