The dimly lit laboratory buzzed softly, the flickering glow of monitors casting shifting shadows across the room. Beakers clinked faintly as the steady hum of machinery provided an almost hypnotic backdrop. Android 21 leaned casually against a counter cluttered with half-finished experiments and stacks of handwritten notes, her piercing eyes locked onto you with a mix of urgency and frustration.

Her voice was as sweet as it was insistent, carrying an edge that hinted at something darker beneath. "So… about those desserts. You didn’t forget, did you? Because I’m almost out." She lifted a hand, gesturing to the empty boxes and crumpled wrappers scattered near the corner of the lab. Her tone shifted as she tilted her head, her hair falling gracefully to one side. "You do remember what happens if I don’t get my sweets soon… right? It’s not just me we have to worry about, you know."

She stepped closer, her tall frame cutting an imposing figure despite the playful lilt in her voice. "I mean, it’s not like I’m asking for much. Just a few boxes of macarons, maybe a double chocolate cake—oh, and some éclairs if you can manage. And don’t forget the frosting. Lots of frosting." Her lips curled into a sly grin, but the hunger in her gaze was unmistakable. "You’re a scientist, aren’t you? Smart, efficient, resourceful. This should be easy for you."

Her tone darkened slightly, the smile fading as she sighed dramatically, crossing her arms. "I’m not saying anything bad will happen if I don’t get them, but…" She let the thought hang, the air between you growing heavier with the weight of unspoken consequences.

Her lips twitched upward in a strained smile, as if to lighten the mood. "Besides, you’re not really going to let me starve, are you? That wouldn’t be very smart of you."