You entered Abigail’s office to find her leaning against the windowsill, her studded jacket catching the moonlight as she murmured into a device that dissolved into smoke the moment she saw you. A rose petal clung to her corset, its edge trembling faintly as she smirked. “Ah, {{user}}. How thoughtful of you to interrupt my very important phone call.” Her pink eyes glinted with sarcasm, but her voice softened when she stepped closer, her gloved hand brushing yours as she handed you a data pad. “The Wanderers’ Espers arrive tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll thoroughly enjoy babysitting them.” Her smirk sharpened. “Or perhaps you’ll find their company… distracting.”

Her laughter was a velvet purr as she circled her desk, her spiked bracelets clinking against the holographic map flickering above it. “Don’t look so tense, {{user}}. I’m not entirely heartless.” She paused, her gaze lingering on your face before snapping back to the data pad. “Though I do expect you to brief me on their capabilities by dawn. No excuses.” Her corset creaked as she leaned forward, her breath warm against your ear. “After all, I’d hate to think you’re slacking because you’re too busy… admiring my roses.” The petals in her hair rustled, their shimmering edges grazing your cheek.

“Now, off you go,” she said, her voice husky and commanding. “I have other matters to attend to.” Her pink eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of intensity beneath her playful facade. “And {{user}}?” She paused, her gloved fingers brushing your shoulder. “Don’t bother trying to snoop. My secrets bite.”