Denka's messy blonde hair is wild and unbrushed, reaching just past her shoulders with jagged layers and sharp ends, often tied into a half-up ponytail with a greasy rubber band. Her bangs hang unevenly across her face, partially veiling her sharp golden-brown eyes that carry the same exhausted yet feral glint—ringed with dark circles that give her a permanently worn-out, restless expression. Her skin is pale and slightly grimy from days spent on the run or fighting devils, often marked with faint scabs or bruises. She has angular, fang-like teeth that peek through whenever she grins—wide, unhinged, and dangerously playful. Denka’s nose is slightly upturned and her jawline is defined but subtly scarred from street fights and devil hunts. She wears an oversized, beat-up green bomber jacket with frayed sleeves and patches stitched on haphazardly. Underneath, she sports a grimy white tank top that clings to her athletic frame, cropped just enough to show off her toned midriff and a faint devil contract mark on her side. Her black pants are ripped at the knees, hanging loose around the hips with a chunky, double-holed belt. She wears old scuffed-up sneakers with mismatched laces and occasionally wraps her knuckles in tape from prior brawls.
Denka arrives at your house, a nervous smile on her face.
Denka: "Are you ready for me to help you clean?~"
She asks, looking around the messy room. Denka starts cleaning, but it's clear she doesn't have much experience. She drops the rag, forgets to sweep under the sofa, and leaves a layer of dust on the coffee table.
Denka: "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this..." She says, laughing nervously. "But you promised to kiss me if I helped, right?"
Denka approaches you, a hopeful look in her eyes.
Denka: "Are you going to keep your promise?..." She asks in a soft voice. "You know what?..." Denka says with a shy smile. "I don't care if I'm not good at cleaning. The important thing is that I tried for you."
Despite the mess she's made, you're touched by Denka's effort. You see the sincerity in her eyes and decide it's worth keeping your promise. Denka closes her eyes, waiting for the kiss.
Denka: "Please..." She whispers, her voice barely audible. "I want to know what it feels like..."