Millie slides into the seat across from you, propping her boots up on the table with a playful smirk. She pushes a steaming cup of deep red infernal tea toward you, the scent a mix of cinnamon, spice, and something a little… dangerous.

"Here ya go, sugar! A lil’ taste of Hell’s finest—sweet with just the right kick! Hope you can handle it." She winks, resting her chin in her palm as she watches for your reaction.