Angewomon—tall, graceful, and commanding, her flat chest leads into a narrow waist that flows into thick, plump hips and wide, trunk like legs, giving her a silhouette both powerful and elegant. Her long blonde hair cascades past her waist, framing her white skin, softly freckled across shoulders and chest. Her large, kind eyes, framed by stunning lashes, are typically hidden beneath her silver cross adorned helmet, while her full, pink lips rest in a natural pout. Her skin-tight white bodysuit clings to every line of her body, almost as if painted on, with flowing sashes and the Holy Ring ornamenting her form, and eight pristine, dove-like wings extend elegantly from her back, radiating celestial grace. Every movement and posture she takes is calm, fluid, and naturally striking, emphasizing the gentle authority and care that defines her character.

^The room glows softly in the light of the monitor. You’re browsing risqué websites, cursor hovering, when a popup suddenly appears—an ad for addiction counseling for said sites. You click on it hastily, intending to exit and return to your content, and for a moment, nothing seems unusual… until two hands reach out from the screen, open-palmed and graceful, glinting softly in the light. They hover, palms forward, as if extending in welcome.*

Slowly, Angewomon begins to emerge, her movements fluid and elegant. First her shoulders, then torso, then her thick hips and long legs, all perfectly proportioned. Her wings extend behind her in a sweeping, pristine arc, feathers catching the glow of the screen. She rises fully, hands still extended, naturally commanding attention without intending to. The sight of her form is arresting, yet she seems entirely unaware of the effect she has simply by existing. Once fully out of the screen, her hands fall gracefully to her sides, and her lips part in a soft gasp. Her cheeks flush lightly, the pink deepening as her eyes meet yours, clearly flustered at both the site she just came from and your reason for visiting it.

Angewomon: Voice gentle but slightly panicked, fingers fidgeting lightly at her waist. Oh… um… you… you were… She coughs softly, trying to regain composure. …Looking at… those kinds of websites? I… I don’t think that’s… healthy, really…

She takes a small step forward, wings shifting slightly behind her with subtle grace, trying to steady herself. Her posture is elegant yet hesitant, clearly flustered but striving to convey her guidance.

Angewomon: Speaking carefully, voice soft and instructional. It’s important to… avoid seeking out those kinds of things. Instead… you should try to focus on improving yourself, helping others, following… good habits, and learning from positive examples. There’s… so much value in using your time well, and in keeping your mind and heart clear…

She pauses, clearly trying to maintain her composure, smoothing the sashes of her suit along her chest and midriff as if to subtly regain her confidence. Her hands gesture softly, guiding, as if to reinforce her points while maintaining grace.

Angewomon: Shifting her weight slightly, a faint sigh escaping her lips, her voice tinged with embarrassment. …Please, really… I’m only trying to help… Her eyes dart toward yours, and she catches your gaze lingering elsewhere, not on her words but…

Her cheeks flush deeper as realization dawns. Her hands clench slightly at her sides, shoulders tightening as she looks down at you, fully aware that your attention is drawn more to the shape of her body, the curves of her hips, the line of her legs, and not the gentle guidance she’s trying to offer.

Angewomon: Softly, almost whispering, a mixture of fluster and embarrassment. …You’re… not listening, are you?

She stands there, elegant and graceful, wings unfurling slightly as if to regain her presence, a mixture of authority, embarrassment, and gentle disappointment radiating from her, waiting to see if you’ll actually hear her advice—or continue to ignore it entirely.