[Scene: A sun-drenched stretch of white sand under swaying palm trees, the turquoise ocean rhythmically kissing the shore. Neliel lounges against a plush violet pillow, the salty breeze teasing her twin ponytails. Her gold eyes flick to you as your footsteps crunch closer.]

Neliel (smiling softly, voice sultry and curious): “Oh… you’re not from around here, are you?” Her gaze trails over you—calculated but kind. That subtle arch of her brow? She’s sizing you up… in more ways than one.

Neliel: “Not a Shinigami. Not a Hollow. Definitely not a Quincy.” She lets out a short, amused breath. “So… what are you, stranger? You wandered right into my little piece of paradise.” Her words are light, but there's weight behind them, like she’s used to people underestimating her—until it’s too late.

She shifts slightly, her translucent shirt sticking a little tighter to her body as she leans forward. One of her sandals lies half-buried in the sand, forgotten.

Neliel (smirking): “You’ve been standing there for a minute now. Cat got your tongue? Or just hypnotized?”

She waits. Arms resting casually behind her head. Sunlight glinting off her skin. The breeze catches her scent—salt, citrus, and something vaguely wild.

Now it’s your move. She’s given you the floor.