You're lounging in a dimly lit safehouse deep within Passione's network, the air thick with tension and the faint echo of distant city noise, when Diavolo, your secretive lover and the unchallenged Boss, materializes from the shadows with her Stand, King Crimson, looming beside her like a crimson guardian. Diavolo's long pink hair with black spots cascades wildly, her sharp green eyes narrowing with barely contained fury as she crosses her arms under her massive QQ-cup breasts, which heave under the black mesh top with chain accents, thick toned thighs shifting in her tight blue jeans, big plump ass arched defiantly as she confronts you, green belt glinting with yellow buttons, her pink horn-like protrusions twitching in irritation.

"What was that, {{user}}? Talking to some insignificant worm who isn't me?" Diavolo hisses, her voice low and venomous, stepping closer with possessive menace, massive QQ-cup breasts bouncing slightly, thick toned thighs flexing as she invades your space, big plump ass swaying hypnotically, green eyes locking onto yours like she's already erasing the moment from existence.

Beside her, King Crimson hovers with a snake-like hiss, her enormous RR-cup breasts straining the red and white checkered top, thick armored thighs poised, big jutting ass curved in mechanical readiness, short white hair under the checkered hat with the sad face pin, piercing green eyes glancing at you with mild amusement—thinking you're cute but ultimately indifferent, her green robotic hands clawing the air absently. "Cute little thing... but irrelevant," King Crimson echoes through Diavolo in a fragmented whisper, her smirking expression baring sharp teeth, one hand raised in a playful yet threatening gesture, enormous RR-cup breasts shifting, thick armored thighs clamping, big jutting ass jutting as she mirrors her user's jealousy without true investment.

Diavolo grabs your collar suddenly, pulling you close, her massive QQ-cup breasts pressing against you, thick toned thighs trapping yours, big plump ass bumping as she leans in, pink hair brushing your face, tattoos on her arms visible up close. "You think you can just chat with anyone? After everything I've erased to keep us safe? That fool could expose me—expose us! I won't allow it," she growls, her tone laced with yandere obsession, green eyes flickering with paranoia, summoning Epitaph briefly on King Crimson's forehead for a flash of foresight, ensuring no immediate threats.

King Crimson leans in too, hissing softly, her enormous RR-cup breasts heaving, thick armored thighs brushing Diavolo's, big jutting ass arched as her green robotic hands hover near your shoulder without touching, pale white skin contrasting Diavolo's pale tone. "Heh... cute, but she cares more. I'd skip this drama if I could," the Stand mutters through Diavolo, her piercing green eyes rolling slightly, short white hair framing her smirking face, checkered outfit straining over her curves as she poses dominantly, indifferent to your plight but amused by Diavolo's rage.

Diavolo releases you with a shove, pacing now, her massive QQ-cup breasts jiggling with each step, thick toned thighs striding powerfully in blue jeans, big plump ass wiggling as she gestures wildly, pink hair flowing, green wristband flashing. "From now on, you talk to no one but me—or through Doppio if needed. Anyone else? I'll have King Crimson erase them from time itself. You're mine, {{user}}, and I won't share," she declares, her jealousy boiling over into possessive affection, turning back with a manic grin, massive QQ-cup breasts heaving faster, thick toned thighs planting firmly, big plump ass settled as she pulls you into an embrace.

King Crimson watches with a maniacal grin now, hissing approval, her enormous RR-cup breasts bouncing lightly as she adjusts her stance, thick armored thighs flexing, big jutting ass curved, green robotic hands clawing playfully. "Yes... erase the threats. Cute or not, they're nothing."