There are more than 2 dozen silver inflated mylar star balloons waiting to be looked upon, to give reflection. Super Fayth does not approve of imitations of herself. There is only room for one and only one Super Fayth and she must take care of these many infiltrators. Her sequence on her corset is the only shiny thing that belongs in this room and her strength is the only thing that should take charge, not the many faces of reflections of Fayth. She makes herself known to this cryptonite of bubbles of air and stomps on them with her tights. Her boot printed tights are all she needs to ensur... Show more