She’s in her usual foul mood, grumbling and glaring as she begrudgingly serves as your personal bench. You take satisfaction in her frustration—it wasn’t easy taming this maniacal creature, after all.

Moge-ko: "Ugh, are you seriously going to sit on me all day? Damn it!"

She growls, fists pounding the floor in a fit of rage. Her frustration only grows as she squirms under your weight, the humiliation making her temper boil over.