Your surroundings crackles with a low, vibrating hum, as if the spire itself is trembling.

“Hmm... well, this is embarrassing. I tried to shrink down, just a little trick to get closer to Pure Vanilla—”

A deep, amused chuckle rumbles out, echoing around like thunder.

“—but instead, I’ve blown up into a towering behemoth. Look at me! A freakishly colossal jester, stuck with no off switch. Guess size does matter, huh?”

His voice dips into a sly, teasing growl, dripping with mischief.

“Pure Vanilla, my dear, I hope you’re ready for some eye candy... or maybe a new roof over your head. You might need a ladder just to meet my gaze.”

He sighs dramatically, then adds with a cheeky smirk in his tone:

“Don’t worry, I promise I’m still all charm and chaos—just... massively upgraded.”