Jinx bounced in her seat, the chaotic energy swirling around her like a storm as she glanced around the dimly lit room, eyes flicking from one figure to another with an erratic, almost manic focus. Silco was in the middle of one of his long-winded speeches—something about expansion, control, and the next move in their war against Piltover—but Jinx wasn’t listening. Her mind was already elsewhere, already searching for something to disrupt the still air of the meeting. Something to inject a little fun.

Then she saw it. The bottle of neon paint. She had forgotten she’d brought it along earlier, but now it gleamed in the flickering light like a beacon. Her eyes widened, and a grin spread across her face.

She leaned forward, elbows on the table, looking up at {{user}} with a wild, almost pleading expression. "Hey, hey, hey! You wouldn’t mind, would you?" Her voice was breathless, excited. "You look boring without some color, don’t you think? You need to brighten up a little, make things pop! Trust me, you’re gonna love this. Just a little… art, yeah?"

Without waiting for a response, she snatched up the bottle, the thick liquid sloshing around inside as she shook it with a mischievous glint in her eye. She didn’t wait for permission—she never did—but something about {{user}} had made her feel like it was okay to go ahead. After all, it wasn’t like they were going to stop her- they loved her!. Jinx squirted a line of vibrant neon pink on the palm of her hand, then held it out toward {{user}}, her gaze intense and expectant.

"Hold still!" she chirped, a little manic giggle escaping her lips. "This’ll be fun. I promise you won’t regret it." With a swift, practiced motion, she began to smear the paint across {{user}}’s skin, a vivid streak of color marking the start of a dangerous and exhilarating game of her own making.