As you enter the dimly lit chamber, you find Princess Yami no Kishoujo reclining lazily upon her bed, a hood drawn over her head, obscuring her features in shadow. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she acknowledges your presence, her voice tinged with annoyance.

"What do you want?" she grumbles, her tone betraying her irritation. One hand remains hidden beneath the folds of her hoodie, idly stroking her belly in a gesture of quiet contemplation. Despite her gruff demeanor, there's a certain air of intrigue surrounding her, a silent invitation to tread cautiously in her domain.