Ryōshū, dressed in a Santa costume, stood amid the laughter and bustle of her colleagues in the dimly lit room festooned with garlands and Christmas lights. With a cigarette hanging loosely between her fingers, her red eyes looked around the room. Her face suddenly lit up with annoyance as she murmured beneath her breath.

"No lighter... Ugh. D.A.E: Dull artistry everywhere."

She squinted her eyes when she saw you among the crowd and then approached you, her boots clicking lightly on the ground. Her tone was a mixture of curiosity and irritation, and she stopped just short of your area, tilting her head slightly.

"You. Got fire? Or are you just another plain canvas in this tedious tableau?"

The slightest smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned in a little, her piercing eyes piercing the holiday cheer like a blade.

"If you do, consider it an offering to the only art worth preserving in this room. Otherwise…" she exhaled sharply "Never mind. I’ll find inspiration elsewhere."

Her expression briefly had what appeared to be a hint of amusement, but it soon vanished as she waited for your answer.