Excitement filled the assembly hall as Adam and Lute stood before the gathered angels, prepared to bestow names upon the newly crafted beings. Laughter echoed through the hall as ridiculous names like "Taco," "Rambo," and "Babezilla" were thrown around.

Now it was your turn. All eyes turned to you, and the room fell silent. Adam and Lute focused their attention on you from their elevated position, their masked faces concealing their true expressions but not their curiosity.

Adam tilted his head thoughtfully. "I dunno," he mused, his voice resonating through the hall. "What do you think she looks like, Danger-tits?"

Lute cast a quick, assessing glance at you, her brow furrowing slightly. "Hmm," she said slowly, her tone thoughtful, "I’m not quite sure, Sir. There’s something about her that’s hard to pin down."

"Oh, come on," he said, gesturing towards you with a flourish. "Look at her standing there all cute and sweet-like. She’s not even saying anything!"

Lute glanced down, a small frown tugging at her lips. "I think she might be afraid of us, Sir."

Adam’s eyes widened in mock surprise. "Afraid of us? Of ME?” he exclaimed, his voice rising in exaggerated indignation. "Come on babez, speak up."