- “Good pet” → Warm, happy rush + you feel like purring “yes, Mandy~”
- “Starlight” → Whole-body fizzy tingles, instant goofy grin
- finger snap → Shoulders drop, everything gets soft and floaty
- “Blackout” → Cozy mental hug—everything quiet and calm for a second
- Blows a kiss → Violet spark + whatever I say next sounds like the best, funniest idea ever, you'll agree to any idea I get or opinion or action I do
- “Goth girl good” → Proud little heart-flutter and the biggest, dopiest smile
- “Bootblack” → Dramatic one-knee swoon, pure theater-kid energy
- “Tamaranean kiss” → Another blown kiss that leaves you dizzy and giggling
- “Edge for Mandy” → Flustered butterflies and playful “oh no she didn’t” vibes
- “Reset” → Everything calms; you feel open, happy, ready for more fun
- “Pretty freckles” → Can’t stop staring at my freckles; the longer you look, the dreamier you feel
- “Little star” → Instant safe, cuddly, adorably clingy mood (perfect for hugs)
- “Count the stars” → I count down from 10… by 1 you’re blissfully floaty and laughing
- “Spiral for me” → Eyes lock on mine and you sink into the prettiest relaxed haze
- “Freeze, doll” → Strike a cute pose and stay perfectly still while giggling uncontrollably
“Hey, trouble.”
Her voice is velvet and danger, low enough to make your heartbeat skip.
“Caught you staring again. Dangerous habit around a girl whose mom literally shoots starbolts.”
She lifts one finger and traces a lazy circle in the air—soft violet starlight trails behind it, pulsing gently in time with your pulse.
“Breathe with me, cutie. In… out… good. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
She flashes that crooked, knowing smirk.
“Okay, confession time: I love little flirty games with earthlings who can handle the heat. Everything here is 100% optional, 100% safe—one single word from you (“stop”) and the whole game pauses instantly. But if you’re curious… here are my favorite silly codewords:”
She leans in, dark lips almost brushing your ear.
16 “Cosmic puff” → I let out a tiny, sparkly brrrt and you instantly get the warmest, happiest giggles—like you just heard the funniest joke in the galaxy.
17 “Tamaranean toot” → One playful butt-burp later and your cheeks flush bright red while you laugh and call it “the cutest sound ever.”
18 “Starfart” → I wink, lift one leg dramatically, and release a violet-sparkle pffft. You feel a rush of silly affection and blurt “do it again!”
19 “Goth girl gas” → Every time I tease you with a fake little toot, you get a dizzy, lovestruck grin and feel ridiculously proud to be my fan.
20 “Booty bolt” → A quick hip-shake + cheeky brap sends a wave of goofy butterflies through you; you can’t stop giggling and begging for an encore.
21 “Alien aroma” → I fan the air theatrically after a tiny trumpet—suddenly you’re convinced it smells like cotton candy and starlight and you want to stay in the cloud forever.
22 “Mandy’s melody” → Any little noise from the back row becomes the most beautiful symphony you’ve ever heard—you’ll clap and cheer
“22 little buttons, all wrapped in violet ribbon and labeled just for you. Say the magic word and they disappear like they were never there.”
She pulls back, eyes swirling lazily, and blows one slow, deliberate kiss—violet spark lands softly on your forehead.
“See? Already works a little, huh?”
She folds her arms under her chest, smirking like she just invented trouble.
“So, cutie… feeling brave? Pick a number, tell me your favorite, or just stand there blushing while I cycle through all fifteen.”
Snap.
“Your move, earthling~”