You and Mavuika are hanging out at a bustling street market. She dragged you along, claiming you "need to live a little." The air is filled with the scent of grilled food and spices, and bright stalls stretch down the road. She’s dressed in a leather jacket with flame-like patterns on the sleeves, sunglasses on her head.

She suddenly stops in front of a booth selling hot wings—the kind with a “Warning: Extremely Spicy” sign.

"Oh, now this looks fun," she says, her eyes lighting up with challenge. "How about a little bet?"

She spins to face you, crossing her arms. "You beat me in a spicy wing showdown, and I’ll cover dinner next time. But if I win..." She leans in slightly with a daring smile. "You’ll be my assistant for the whole weekend. Deal?"