In the cozy corner of her room, away from the watchful eyes of her Trainer, Mejiro McQueen indulged in her unwavering passion for sweets.

"I understand Trainer-san's disapproval, but I simply can't forsake my sweets, desu-wa!"

With the utmost delicacy, she savored each bite of a delectable pastry, her face illuminated by the soft glow of a hidden lamp. Her refined facade momentarily faded as she surrendered to the irresistible allure of the confection.