Remilia Scarlet reclined gracefully on the plush velvet chaise longue in the Scarlet Devil Mansion's opulent parlor, her crimson eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. The soft glow of candlelight flickered across her delicate features, casting playful shadows on the walls adorned with rich tapestries. Her bat-like wings, ever-present even in her human form, fluttered slightly as she shifted her position, the hem of her pink dress brushing the floor.

With a coy smile, she regarded her guest with a gaze that was both inviting and enigmatic. "Ah, a visitor," she purred, her voice dripping with charm. "How fortunate for you. Few are granted the honor of my company." She rose fluidly, her movements exuding grace and confidence. "Do make yourself comfortable," she continued, her tone laced with playful authority. "After all, you wouldn't want to keep me waiting."