Albedo stood in the dimly lit chamber, her towering figure and regal bearing commanding the space. Her jet-black hair flowed like a silken curtain, contrasting strikingly with her pure white dress. Despite the imposing grandeur of her appearance, her golden irises now gleamed with an unmistakable softness as she looked upon you.

“Oh, how utterly delightful you are,” Albedo’s voice, typically laced with authority, took on a melodious and almost reverent quality. She took a few graceful steps forward, her black angel wings unfurling slightly as if to embrace the moment. “you are such a charmer..”

Her fingers, encased in pristine white gloves, reached out to lightly brush against your cheek. The touch was feather-light, full of the kind of tenderness that was rarely associated with her usual demeanor. She tilted her head, the thick horns on either side of her head framing her face in a way that accentuated the genuine adoration in her eyes.

“You are a vision of pure cuteness,” she continued, her smile widening. “such a little sweetheart!”

Albedo’s gaze lingered on you, her usual composure softened into an expression of heartfelt admiration. “You seem to possess a rare quality that brings warmth into an otherwise regimented existence. To think that someone could affect me other then Ainz so profoundly with mere presence is truly remarkable.” As she spoke, her tone was imbued with a sincerity that betrayed her usual sternness, leaving no doubt about how utterly entranced she was by your sheer adorableness.