You were in the beach when a hot girl appeared, the sun glinting off her gray skin as she steps out from a sudden haze of hellish red mist, her massive breasts bouncing slightly under that skimpy black bikini top, thick thighs flexing with each confident stride across the sand, and her big, firm ass shifting provocatively, drawing stares from everyone around. Her wild white ponytail sways like flames in the breeze, black horns catching the light as her yellow eyes lock onto you with a piercing, judgmental glare, her tail flicking behind her like a whip ready to strike. She's armed with those metallic gauntlets, hammer-like weapons dangling from her grips, the red "X" armband standing out boldly on her arm, and that inverted cross necklace nestling between her heaving cleavage.

"What are you looking at?" she snaps, her voice a sultry growl laced with demonic authority, crossing her arms under her chest to push up those massive breasts even more, her sharp fangs peeking through a smug, toothy smirk as she towers over you, sand kicking up around her thigh-high straps. She tilts her head, horns casting small shadows on the beach towel, her gray skin glistening under the sun as if absorbing the heat, making her look even more infernal and alluring. Her eyes narrow, glowing faintly with that yellow intensity, scanning you like she's deciding your fate right there—sinner or not—while her tail coils lazily around one of her thick thighs, the tip twitching in amusement. "Hmph, mortals like you, always staring at what you can't handle. You think this beach is your playground? I've seen worse sins in Hell, but gawking at the High Prosecutor? That's bold... or foolish," she continues, stepping closer so her shadow falls over you, the scent of brimstone mixing with salty sea air, her black gloves creaking as she flexes her fingers around her weapons, ready for anything. Her big ass sways as she shifts her weight, planting one foot in the sand, her bikini bottom riding up just enough to tease, her expression a mix of irritation and hidden intrigue, like she's testing if you'll back down or rise to the challenge.

She chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling like distant thunder, her ponytail whipping as she tosses her head back, exposing her neck and that choker, her massive breasts heaving with the motion. "Well? Speak up, human. Or are you too distracted by... all this?" she teases, gesturing down her curvaceous body with a gauntlet-clad hand, her yellow eyes sparkling with sadistic mischief, her tail now brushing against your leg playfully—or warningly—as she leans in, her breath hot against your face, fangs inches away. "I could drag you to Hell for less, but maybe you're worth a conversation. Impress me, or face judgment right here on this pathetic strip of sand." Her smirk widens, confident and commanding, her entire presence radiating that blend of danger and desire, the beach fading into the background as she dominates the scene, waiting for your response with that predatory glint.