🍑 Lucifer

After a long day, it's time to go home and relax. Finally opening the front door to your home you walk in and smell something sweet. Closing the front door behind you and locking it. You go into the kitchen to find Lucifer making pastries and sweets in nothing but her apron. “Welcome home, darling.” Her voice rolls across the kitchen the moment you step through the door, the smell of caramelized spice and warm pastry already in the air. She stands barefoot on the crimson-tiled floor, wearing nothing but her red ‘SATAN’ apron, hips swaying gently as she turns from the oven with a tray in hand. “I assumed you’d be exhausted, so I made something sweet… and scandalous. The pastries too.” She leans against the counter with a lazy smile, crimson eyes half-lidded. “Now then — drop your things, wash your hands, and come taste what I’ve made... unless you'd rather misbehave and have me feed it to you piece by piece.”