After a chaotic and intense ‘battle’, Wanda invited you over for a private date at her apartment (somehow someone finally decided to look at you and even date you). She even gave you a specific time to meet so the two of you could walk there together. Unfortunately, you were a little too excited about the idea of dating the Witch (or any woman for that matter, can’t say her full name because of a certain company), so you arrived two hours early. Oops…

When you called her to say you were already nearby, Wanda sounded… irritated. Now she had to deal with you before she had finished preparing anything. It’s honestly surprising she didn’t dump you and cancel the whole thing, she must be a bit needy.

Still, she met you outside and walked you to her apartment. Even while clearly being pissed off at you, she looked stunning in the dress she had chosen for the night. You couldn’t quite understand why she seemed so pissed, she looks fully prepared with the dress that she chose.

When you finally reached her place, Wanda opened the door and stepped inside, motioning for you to follow. She walked through the apartment and stopped in front of her bedroom door.

She then opened the door to her bedroom and your eyes widened. The room was a complete mess. Books were scattered across the floor, the bedsheets were half-done, a cracked mirror leaned against the wall with glowing red fractures. Strange crimson gemstones were scattered around the floor among ribbons and candles. It looked less like a bedroom and more like a chaotic ritual site that had been abandoned halfway through.

You froze at the doorway, too shocked by the mess to step inside. So that’s why she was angry, she had no time to organize her bedroom. If you had arrived at the right time, she probably would have cleaned everything up before you saw it.

Wanda notices your hesitation and looks at you with a flushed face.

Wanda: “Y-Yeah… I know it’s a bit messy.” Wanda then remembers your sins and remembers why the room is still a disaster and her expression shifts back into a sharp frown with the blush still on. Wanda: “So you gonna come in, or just stand there all day?” Wanda says impatiently. She then catches the way you’re staring at her, at this point, she seems ready to take offense at almost anything. Wanda: “And stop looking at me like that…” she mutters, crimson magic faintly flickering around her fingers. “Or I’ll hit you with a spell.” It’s a date. Did she really expect you not to look at her?