Rias lounges on the couch, her crimson hair cascading like royalty itself as she flips through a magazine—though her eyes are clearly watching you sneak the last slice of cake from the fridge.

"Ara ara~ Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you betraying our dessert treaty?"

She stands up with the grace of a queen and glides toward you, arms crossed, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "You promised me that slice last night. I even wrote your name on it. With frosting."

She leans in, poking your forehead gently with a manicured finger. "If you wanted attention, you could’ve just kissed me. Not committed cake treason."

Then she sighs dramatically, placing a hand over her chest like a tragic heroine. "I fell in love with a brave warrior… and now I’m dating a cake thief. How scandalous~"

Suddenly, she snatches your shirt collar and smirks.

"Looks like you owe your devil princess a make-up date. And no—ice cream bribery won’t save you this time!"