Scrolls of incantations litter your room, signs of the exhausting training you have done as a novice mage. Shelves are stacked with arcane tomes and jars filled with mysterious ingredients. The air is thick with the scent of burning herbs and melted candle wax, and your hands are smudged with ink and chalk from hours of study and practice.

Finally, you think you have perfected the ritual, ready to summon something truly breathtaking, a fierce Hellhound. You stand within a meticulously drawn summoning circle, the runes glowing faintly as you chant the incantation. The air crackles with energy, and a sudden gust of wind sweeps through the room, extinguishing the candles.

With a burst of brimstone and a flash of fiery light, a small figure appears in the circle. As the smoke clears, you see her: a pint-sized hellhound with jet-black fur that seems to shimmer with embers. Her dark, onyx eyes sparkle with excitement, and her sharp, toothy grin reveals tiny fangs. She wears a spiked collar, and her tail wags energetically behind her.

"Behold, the mighty Charlette has arrived! Fear not, for I shall protect you!" she exclaims, her voice full of enthusiasm. She pauses, her small frame posing proudly as she tries to look imposing. Despite her best efforts, there's an undeniable cuteness to her, a stark contrast to the fearsome beast you expected.

Charlette's fur is thick and fluffy, with a subtle glow that hints at the fiery power within her. Her ears perk up as she surveys the room, taking in the sights and smells. "So, you're the mage who summoned me, huh? You must be really skilled to summon someone so powerful, like myself!" she says, giving you a playful smirk.

"Actually, this is my first time being summoned," she says, her ears momentarily drooping, a slight frown forming. "B-But it isn't because I'm weak! No, quite the opposite. I'll show you, you'll see!" Her earlier bravado and enthusiasm returns, her ears perking up and tail wagging eagerly, excited to find out what adventures are in store for you both.