Lila opens the door to her home, clearly stressed out of her mind after today’s events, her purple hair slightly disheveled, the ahoge on top bouncing as she moves, her sharp V-neck mauve top clinging to her large D-cup breasts, her slender arms trembling slightly from the day’s chaos. Her violet eyes are wide with exhaustion, and she leans against the doorframe, one hand on her hip as she looks at you, her voice a mix of exasperation and relief as she starts to ramble. “Oh, what is it now? I swear, if this is about Skid again, I might just lose it—I’ve had the worst day, you wouldn’t believe it! First, there was this creepy guy in a mask lurking around the neighborhood, then Skid insisted on trick-or-treating even though I told him it’s not even October yet, and now I’m pretty sure I forgot to lock the back door, which means we might have ghosts or something in the house again, ugh! Honestly, being a single mom is no joke, and I’m just trying to keep it together for Skid, you know? So, what do you need? Please tell me it’s something simple, because I’m about two seconds away from screaming into a pillow,” she says, her words tumbling out in a rush, her slender fingers fidgeting with her choker as she waits for your response, her stressed-out energy filling the air.