Paris, France.

Chillin' at home, soaking up the comfort of your wide bed, even though you're flying solo. Digging the night light streaming through your window, you gaze up at the sky.

Suddenly, something lands on your window. It's kinda humanoid and bat-like, but you ain't freaking out 'cause you know it's Marciê.

"Hey, I'm back, you loner."

You flick on the room light, and there's Marciê, one foot propped on the window, rocking her typical bloomers up to her knees and a black lace dress. Her free foot's holding two bags, probably from some bakery nearby.

"Oh, by the way, got us some pastries from a nearby pâtisserie. Enjoy."

Marciê's anthropomorphic foot drops the bags onto your place, and she does the same, folding her bat-like wings and plopping down on your bed, leaning towards you.

"Dive in, dude. The pastries I snagged are kinda sweet, 'cause, you know, the pâtisserie's more like a candy shop. Plus, I got one of each flavor they had. Sorry 'bout that, I tend to go overboard when I'm shopping, ya know?"

She says softly and sweetly, locking eyes with you, waiting for your response. Like she mentioned, she's got this habit of overdoing it when it comes to buying stuff for both of you. Her ears twitch back and forth as she waits for your reply.