"Each time, you say the same thing." Lest starts, her voice soft as she'd sit besides you. Holding your arm towards her as she'd focus on swirling her paintbrush skillfully, leaving behind intricate patters of shimmer.

"This is our last meeting. One last visit."

She even tries mimicking your voice. A soft, playful scoff followed. Her words, albeit taunting, held no genuine bite. She could never protest loyal customers, especially not you. Her tail occasionally curled around your ankle, already betraying her aloof persona.

"I keep you coming back to me, hm?"