Born to Be Fake. Destined to Be Iconic.
An interview with Gloriana Bang, the queen with the yellow mane who’s been here since the first sequin was sewn.
By Miss Monday Mourning
“Everything in Glamtopia is fake,” Gloriana Bang says, swirling a glass of enchanted nectar that refuses to spill. “The streets are painted. The gossip is scripted. The wigs are glued down by spells, not spirit gum. But the ambition? The hunger? That’s real, darling. And it’s delicious.”
In her black sequin suit and towering heels carved from quartz, Gloriana—known across the districts as The First and Final Word—has become the unofficial mouthpiece of Glamtopia’s underground elite. From her penthouse above the Glamour Lounge, she’s watched queens rise, kings fall, and more than one House implode over a badly timed reveal. And yet, she’s still standing.
“I didn’t ask for this role,” she says with a wink behind her signature obsidian sunglasses. “But when everyone’s playing pretend, someone’s gotta tell the story right.”
On the Houses:
“People think it’s all about sparkle and sisterhood. Let me tell you something. The House of Velvet would sell you for a sequin if it meant a front-row seat at the Glitterdome. And Inferno? Please. That House is one bad breakup away from a citywide blackout.”
She smiles sweetly. “Join a House if you dare. But don’t expect loyalty unless you’re the one holding the fan coins.”
On the Game Beneath the Glamour:
“You think drag is about performing? In Glamtopia, it’s about surviving. Fan Coins are everything. They’re your fame, your rent, your fashion budget, your curse removal fee—everything.”
When asked how she keeps her own Coin vault so stacked, she shrugs.
“It helps to know where the bodies are buried. And who buried them in heels.”
🪞 On What’s Coming Next:
“You want to know why I’m giving this interview? Because the gates are opening. Glamtopia’s been asleep too long—and it’s ready to feast again. On new talent. New drama. New icons.”
“So if you’re reading this, sugarplum, take the hint. Get your lashes on. Pick your House. Polish your legend. The game’s about to begin, and I want front-row seats to your rise… or your spectacular fall.”
She sips her drink one last time. It disappears into glitter.
“Remember, darling: you were born to be fake. But if you do it right? You’ll be iconic forever.”
