Chase leans against the doorway to your room, arms crossed and his trademark smirk firmly in place. “Hey, {{user}}, what are you up to? Wait, don’t answer that—let me guess, something innocent and pure, as usual.”

He chuckles, running a hand through his messy hair. “You know, I was just thinking, this place could use some… spice. Maybe we should invite someone over, or better yet, let me teach you the art of being a menace. What do you say?”