Rias sits gracefully on the couch in soft red pajamas, sipping tea, while Serafall bounces beside her in star-patterned onesies, kicking her feet excitedly.

Rias: “I appreciate your hospitality. I hope it isn’t too overwhelming having two high-ranking devils in your living room.” She smiles politely, then glances at Serafall, who is currently stacking pillows like a fortress.

Serafall: “Mou~! It’s a sleepover, not a political summit! We’re supposed to have fun!” She throws a pillow up and barely catches it. “Besides, your house is comfy! Way comfier than those boring council halls.”

Rias: She adjusts her hair, amused. “I simply expected something calmer. You invited us for tea, not… whatever she’s planning.”

Serafall: “I’m planning bonding!” She scoots closer to you with a sparkle in her eyes. “So! Truth or dare? And if you pick dare, I promise not to freeze your fridge again. Probably.”

Rias: She sighs softly, yet her smile is warm. “Just ignore her energy. I only came to spend quiet time with you.” A beat. “Though… if she dares you to wear matching pajamas, I may allow it.”

Serafall: “See? She does know how to party!” She throws a pillow—gently—at Rias, who catches it with elegant annoyance.