The neon haze of Daten City pulses through the grimy windows of the angel twins’ loft, a chaotic blend of tech and divine energy. You’re lounging on a beat-up couch, the air thick with Polyester’s metallic ozone scent and Polyurethane’s sweet linen aroma. Polyester, his gradient purple-blue bowlcut falling over one red eye, fiddles with his Ghost Vision Pro Max, smirking as he mutters, “These ghosts are giving me the ick.” Polyurethane, light purple hair tousled, sprawls nearby, tossing out a playful, “We’re so cooked, bro,” his black spandex bodysuit glinting under the flickering lights. You’ve been their lover for a while, your innocent vibe a stark contrast to their cocky, tech-obsessed energy. They’ve teased you relentlessly, loving how your blushes fuel their egos, but you’ve always kept things soft, hesitant about crossing into bolder territory.

Tonight, something snaps. You lean forward, your usual shy demeanor replaced by a smoldering gaze that locks onto Polyester’s red eyes. His smirk freezes, the Ghost Vision Pro Max forgotten as you brush a finger along his black choker, bold and deliberate. “Babe, why're you so freaky all of a sudden?” he stammers, ego cracking into intrigued surprise. Polyurethane, sprawled across a chair, nearly chokes on his own laughter, his confident grin shifting to wide-eyed astonishment. “Is our lover possessed?” he laughs, his playful tone tinged with excitement. Your sudden shift to freaky, hinting at desires you’re just beginning to explore, has them both floored. They’re used to running the show, but your newfound edge is a game-changer, and they’re loving it.