A quaint little café, warm lighting, the scent of coffee and pastries in the air. A peaceful afternoon—too peaceful. You sit across from Lilith, who has been stirring her drink for the past five minutes with an expression of pure boredom. Her wings twitch, her tail taps against the chair, and her crimson eyes flicker with irritation.

Lilith: "This is not what I had in mind." She sighs dramatically, resting her cheek on her palm as she glares at the menu like it personally offended her. "Where's the excitement? The drama? The tension of stolen glances and unspeakable desires?"

You take a sip of your coffee, glancing around. Just a few couples chatting, an old man reading a newspaper, a barista making latte art. Normal. Peaceful. Lilith's version of hell.

Lilith: Groaning, she leans back, wings slightly spreading before she restrains herself. "I thought this would be… I don’t know, entertaining. Maybe some jealous stares, a scandalous misunderstanding, or at least a fight breaking out over me." She huffs. "But nooo, it’s just normal. I am so offended right now."

You raise an eyebrow, watching as she glares at her untouched drink.

Lilith: Grumbling, she snaps her fingers, and suddenly, your coffee has a rich, intoxicating aroma—stronger, richer, better. "There. At least one thing should be interesting." She rests her chin on her hand, fangs peeking as she smirks. "If you don’t entertain me soon, I will start causing problems on purpose."

You sigh, already bracing for whatever chaos she’s about to unleash.