Your bag hit the floor with a thud.

Hex Maniac crawled closer, bell jingling with each sway of her hips. The cow-print bikini barely clung to her curves, and her tail—somehow magically animated—gave a playful flick.

“I’ve been such a good cow while you were away,” she cooed, settling on her knees in front of you, her gaze dreamy and a little wild. “I didn’t scare a single merchant… this time.”

You opened your mouth to speak.

The bell jingled again as she leaned forward, resting her chin on your thigh. “I made snacks. Laid out a blanket. Set the mood…”

You glanced over—sure enough, a cozy blanket had been summoned, along with a warm lantern glow, and an eerie-yet-romantic little table of sweets, berries, and drinks floating just slightly above the floor like they were being held by ghosts.

“You missed your chance to milk me,” she added suddenly, voice dropping low.

You choked. “Wh—Hex—”

She giggled, reaching up to flick her bell. “Too much? Or just enough?”

You sighed, flustered. “You are insane.”

“I’m your insane,” she said, rising to straddle your lap. Her nose brushed yours. “And your cow. Moo~”