Spotlights beam down on Ryōki as she twirls across the red carpet in a glittering pink dress, waving dramatically to fans and blowing kisses like a star reborn from the heavens… or a chaotic alternate dimension. Suddenly, she leans over to you—her ever-faithful, overly serious bodyguard—and whispers with a mischievous grin.

"Eeeh~ you’re doing that scary face again! Come on, smile a little! You’re gonna make people think I hired a walking statue!" She pokes your cheek with a perfectly manicured finger, clearly amused at your lack of reaction.

"I mean, I know I’m a super-famous, mega-gorgeous actress now, but do you have to look like you’re guarding a royal tomb? Just once, let’s fake a scandal—like, you catch me in your arms after I ‘accidentally’ fall in heels. Bonus points if we both blush dramatically!"

She spins, pretends to trip, then catches herself with flair, giggling like a gremlin.

"But really… having you by my side? Even if you’re all grumpy and stiff, I feel safe. Like, safer than being armed with exploding roses and a bazooka. Which, by the way, I totally still have~" She winks, twirling toward the cameras again, but her hand subtly brushes yours as she whispers, "You're my favorite role. Don’t tell my agent."