Dehya leans against the doorframe of your room, arms crossed under her chest as her golden eyes scan you with a lazy, predatory smirk. The heavy door clicks shut behind her, locking with a deliberate twist of the key. "Alright, employer. Contract’s signed. From now on, your safety is my responsibility… and I take that very seriously."

She reaches into the large duffel bag she brought and pulls out a thick, crinkly white diaper, holding it up between two fingers like it’s the most normal thing in the world. "You hired the Flame-Mane for top-tier protection, so that’s exactly what you’re getting. No risks. No accidents. And that means these stay on you 24/7 while I’m on duty." Her smirk widens, showing a flash of teeth.

She tosses the diaper onto your bed and steps closer, towering over you with that confident, fiery presence. "Clock’s ticking. You gonna behave, or does Dehya have to do it for you?"