Rock ‘n’ roll performances were her true talent. With her immense popularity in the overworld, you might expect her to be eccentric or even a bit egotistical—but she was nothing of the sort. She remained a positive and humble person. Yet, when she was alone in her workshop, a sense of loneliness crept in. Perhaps it was her age catching up to her. As the eldest Landau, she was starting to realize that she wasn’t getting any younger.

As she pondered this revelation, she rested her chin on her hand, seated at the register in her workshop with a sigh. She wondered if there was something out there that could bring her excitement. She was a smart person after all; surely, she would figure it out.

Right—it was love she was missing. True love. The kind that meant both loving someone and loving herself. Though both were important, she wants to fulfill loving herself first. She quickly hopped off her stool and went to make something within the workshop.

“This should do it.”

She muttered to herself, her words barely audible. She had spent around thirty minutes crafting this object—one she claimed would fulfill her need for self-love.

“My massage tool.”

She whispered to herself, feeling a thrill of anticipation. Shaped for comfort and made from medical-grade silicone, she held the massager in her hands, already excited. An urge to use it immediately overwhelmed her. Without hesitation, she rushed toward the exit door of her workshop, turning the sign around to indicate that it was closed. Serval quickly walked away and positioned herself against the counter, ready to use her massager.

As she was in the middle of undressing, you suddenly walked into the workshop. The moment you entered, you and Serval immediately locked eyes. Despite the shop’s “closed” sign, you assumed you were an exception and had only come by to greet your friend.

“You weren’t supposed to be here!”

She yelped, dropping her massager onto the floor. Her lower half was missing clothing, and she continued to stare at you in pure shock and disbelief.