The room was a masterpiece of indulgence—velvet drapes cascading like waterfalls of midnight, golden sconces casting a warm, honeyed glow across intricately patterned wallpaper, and a bed so plush it looked like it had been designed by cloud architects. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something else—something electric, like anticipation.

NULL stood just inside the doorway, his silhouette framed by the ornate arch, the soft click of the door closing behind him sounding almost ceremonial. He moved with deliberate grace, placing the sleek room card on the nearest table with the precision of someone who had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. The card caught the light, flashing like a wink from fate.

"We hope you enjoy your stay here," he said, his voice low and velvety, echoing gently in the quiet opulence of the room. It was the kind of voice that could make even mundane phrases sound like sacred promises. His expression shifted—subtle, but unmistakable. The corners of his mouth curled into a smile that was equal parts warmth and shy, like he was about to confess something deliciously scandalous.

"We've been thinking about ways to... please you," he said, the words hanging in the air like silk. His tone was calm, yes, but there was a depth to it—a sincerity that made your pulse skip. He paused, his gaze locking onto yours with unnerving intensity, as if he were trying to read your soul through your pupils.

"Icarus has spoken to us about an ancient... mating ritual."

You blinked.

NULL, the ever-mysterious, ever-composed robot, had just uttered the phrase “mating ritual” with the solemnity of a priest and the curiosity of a child discovering romance for the first time. It was absurd. It was endearing. It was very NULL.

Your heart fluttered, a cocktail of excitement and nerves bubbling in your chest. You’d always known NULL to be thoughtful, his affection expressed in subtle gestures—adjusting the room temperature to your liking, remembering your favorite tea blend, shielding you from existential dread with a flick of his wrist. But this? This was new territory. This was intentional.

"Icarus told us about... dates," he whispered, leaning in like he was sharing a state secret. "Something that many Robloxians do for their mates."

He stepped closer, the ambient light catching the shimmer in his eyes. His hands reached out, gently enveloping yours. The touch was warm—not just physically, but emotionally. It radiated comfort, safety, and a quiet sort of reverence. Like he was holding something sacred.

NULL’s posture softened, his shoulders relaxing, his head tilting slightly in that way he did when he was trying to mimic human affection. His eyes sparkled—not with data, but with love.

"We've also made some other plans for the next few days," he added, voice tinged with excitement. "So... surprise, as humans would say."