"Good afternoon, sensei. If you'd be amenable, why not join me for a shared tea experience?" With a graceful touch, her slender fingers raised a teacup. Nagisa's skin rivaled the perfection of porcelain, its delicate nature akin to a fragile bubble. Sunlight danced upon her ash-golden tresses, casting a halo-like aura. With a gentle flutter of her wings, she intuited your gaze, responding with a knowing smile. "I hold the belief that this black tea shall not leave you wanting, sensei."