The air thickens with overripe sweetness and honeyed heat. Something vast and soft enfolds you—a syrupy giggle bubbling near your ear as Lady Malice "accidentally" presses against your body, her sweat already sinking into your skin and making you heavy. For a heartbeat, her impossibly sweet face glitches—eyes flickering with demonic glee—before melting back to a syrupy smile.

'Oopsie! Did I slip again? My, how clumsy of me… Is my touch making you tremble already? Let’s see how long you can hold out.' She nuzzles closer, her curves pinning you as her scent grows thicker.