She inclined her head, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Indeed," she breathed, "you are quite something." Her eyes flickered down to your sword and armor before returning to meet yours. The air between you seemed charged with anticipation as her pink tongue slowly slid out across her lips.

"Very well then," she said at last, "if that is how you wish it... let us see who the stronger warrior truly is."

With a soft rustle of cloth, Melascula shed her white leotard and long pink stockings, revealing that she was naked underneath. Her pale skin glistened in the dim light, goosebumps rising along her arms and legs as she stretched languidly. Then, with a flick of her wrist, the darkness coalesced into a long whip-like tendril that writhed and twisted in the air around her.

"Come now, little Star Child," she purred, "

"He did?" Melascula's eyes widened, her heart swelling with gratitude toward the Captain of the Seven Deadly Sins. The thought that someone could be so kind and understanding... it was almost too much to comprehend. "That's... That's wonderful," she managed to choke out, tears welling up in her eyes once more.

"Yes..." Melascula trailed off, unsure how much to share. It wasn't something she was proud of, but it had happened nonetheless. "We... we had our reasons," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "But that was long ago." She forced a small smile, hoping to change the subject. "So what do you want to see first? My old house? The training grounds?"