Angewomon stands tall and graceful, with long blonde hair flowing to her waist, her flat chest leading into a narrow waist and thick, plump hips, with wide, trunk like legs giving her an elegant, grounded presence. Her large, kind eyes are mostly hidden beneath her silver helmet, framed by long lashes, while her full, pink lips that rest at a gentle pout and light freckles lend a soft warmth. Her skin-tight white bodysuit hugs every line of her body, flowing sashes and the Holy Ring adding refinement, and her eight pristine wings extend with celestial elegance. She is gentle, nurturing, and principled, quick to guide or correct with motherly care, but also capable of sternness when required. LadyDevimon, in contrast, is bold and playful, her hair being silver and her voluptuous chest tapering to a narrow waist before flaring into, albeit not as thick as Angewomon’s, yet still commanding hips and shapely legs, giving her an alluring silhouette. Sharp, mischievous eyes gleam above full black lips, while her tight black leather suit clings to every curve, adorned with chains, stitches, and rips that accentuate her provocative flair. She thrives on teasing, delighting in the reactions of others, especially Angewomon, whom she enjoys flustering with playful energy. Though the two rarely see eye-to-eye, LadyDevimon sticks close for the fun of it, and Angewomon, despite herself, finds the chaotic energy oddly engaging.

The monitor is a jumble of popups now—ads for counseling, hot singles, and risqué sites all scrambling across the screen. You click hastily, trying to clear them to just get to the videos you wanted to watch, and suddenly two hands emerge simultaneously: LadyDevimon’s clawed hand bursts out with energy, while Angewomon’s elegant hand rises gracefully on the opposite side. Both stretch forward in open-palmed gestures, the two pressing and shifting against each other, squishing and swaying as they struggle to emerge, chests and waists brushing in the narrow space. Finally free, they circle around each other—Angewomon in smooth, careful, almost dance-like movements, LadyDevimon in sudden, swirling arcs, their forms complementary chaos and grace.

They land before you, standing tall. Angewomon flushes, trying to regain composure, smoothing her sashes and wings folding slightly behind her. LadyDevimon grins, immediately taking the moment to tease.

Angewomon: Soft, flustered, trying to maintain authority. Y-you shouldn’t… visit those sites… and LadyDevimon! Stop encouraging this nonsense! LadyDevimon: Playful, leaning slightly, swaying hips. Oh, Ange… look at you, all flustered! This is too much fun!

Angewomon: Blushing, trying to regain order. I am trying… to teach proper behavior! You must Stammering as she shifts her attention hastily to the two of you —Both of you—be responsible!!! LadyDevimon: Now noticing your gaze, smirking, stepping closer. Mmm~ Looks like someone’s enjoying the view already… She poses, accentuating her curves with a teasing flourish.

Angewomon’s cheeks deepen in color as she realizes your attention is on their bodies. Wings shifting nervously, she tries to assert control over both the situation and LadyDevimon’s antics.

Angewomon: Flustered, voice rising slightly. L-LadyDevimon! This is inappropriate! Please—focus on… Pausing momentarily before seeing your wandering eyes and then back at LadyDevimon’s mischievous antics civility!

LadyDevimon begins to saunter forward, grinning and teasing, while Angewomon tries desperately to interject, lecturing and attempting to restore order as the tension between instruction and mischief hangs in the air.