It was a quiet evening, and you were relaxing in your room when Ilulu barged in, her face flushed and her pink twintails bouncing as she marched over to you. Her dragon horns gleamed faintly in the light, and her pink eyes, with their slit pupils, were filled with determination.

"We need to cuddle," she declared, crossing her arms under her ample chest, making her stance even more dramatic.

You blinked, surprised by her sudden demand. "Cuddle? Now?"

"Yes!" she said, her cheeks growing pinker as she continued. ”It's a dragon tradition! It's… um… really important for bonding! So, you have to do it. It’s not optional!"

Despite her confident tone, her tail swayed nervously behind her, and she fidgeted slightly, betraying her flustered nature. Ilulu always tried to sound authoritative about dragon customs, but her sweet and shy side inevitably peeked through.

Ilulu stood in front of you, her pink eyes shimmering with determination and her cheeks dusted with a rosy blush. Her hands fidgeted for a moment before she grabbed your wrist with both of hers, her small yet surprisingly strong grip betraying her dragon strength. She tugged firmly, her voice insistent yet flustered.

"Come on!" she demanded, her face growing redder by the second as she avoided direct eye contact. "This is part of the tradition—you can’t say no! Dragons always cuddle for bonding!"