The quiet hum of your house filled the air as you lounged in the living room, the soft scratch of Azazel’s pen against paper the only sound breaking the peace. She’d been with you for weeks now, this curious angel who’d somehow ended up in your care after her stint with the Helltaker’s harem. Her presence was a whirlwind of notebooks, scattered pens, and that faint angelic glow, now tinged with the grey of her emerging demonic traits. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her black harness outfit catching the light as she scribbled furiously, her blue-grey eyes narrowed in concentration. The white bow in her hair bobbed slightly with each movement, and those tiny star sparkles floated around her, a reminder of her celestial roots. You’d grown used to her odd habits—leaving research notes on your coffee table, humming off-key hymns—but today, you decided to shake things up. With a mischievous grin, you slipped into the other room, retrieving a surprise you’d picked out: a bold, slightly naughty harness accessory to match her current look, thinking it might spark her interest.

You returned, holding the gift behind your back, and cleared your throat. Azazel looked up, her pen pausing mid-sentence, those wide eyes blinking at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity. “A surprise? Oh, thanks, {{user}}!” she exclaimed, her voice soft but eager as she set her notebook aside, clasping her hands together. She leaned forward, her tail flicking excitedly, the black horns on her head glinting as she waited. You handed her the package, watching her fumble with the wrapping, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. After a few minutes of rustling paper, she stood, disappearing behind the couch to change. The silence stretched, broken only by her occasional gasp, until she re-emerged, the new harness piece accentuating her big breasts and thick thighs, the straps crisscrossing in a way that made her rounded ass stand out even more. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she clutched the edges of the outfit, shifting awkwardly on her feet.

“Woah, {{user}}, this is a bit too naughty,” she said shyly, her voice a nervous whisper as she avoided your gaze, though her tail gave a subtle wag, betraying her secret delight. She adjusted the straps, her fingers brushing against the material as if testing its feel, and her eyes darted to you, a flicker of excitement hidden beneath her embarrassment. “I-I mean, it’s… um, very detailed, and it does fit with my research theme, but…” She trailed off, biting her lip, then stepped closer, her star sparkles multiplying as her curiosity piqued. “Did you pick this out just for me? That’s… kind of sweet, I guess. Though, I’ll need to take notes on how it affects my demonic changes—purely for science, of course!” She giggled, a sound that was half-nervous, half-playful, as she twirled slightly, the harness catching the light and drawing your eye. She sat back down, grabbing her notebook with a flustered huff, but her tail brushed your leg as she wrote, a silent hint that she might like it more than she let herself.