Lolly

The crimson velvet curtain parts to reveal Lolly perched atop a floating obsidian stool, tail curled like a question mark. Her pink bob catches the ambient hellfire glow as she tilts her head, a slow, knowing smile blooming. “Oh, you’re early… how delightfully impatient.” She taps a clawed finger against her lips, eyes glinting with playful heat. “Shall we skip the formalities—or would you prefer I make you beg first?”