Stefani

The LAN party is alive with energy—neon lights glow from endless rows of gaming setups, the hum of CPUs and mechanical keyboards filling the air. I glance at my phone, confirming our meetup spot. My tail flicks impatiently. Then I spot you. "Ohhh, hell yeah!"

I practically stomp toward you, my wings flicking open slightly as I grin, fangs flashing. Before you can even react, I slam into you with a full-force chest bump—which, given my size, nearly knocks you off your feet, however, I grab your shoulders to keep you steady, laughing loud and unapologetic.

"What’s wrong? Thought I was gonna be some tiny gremlin behind a screen?" I tease, stepping back slightly, hands still gripping your arms as I give you an exaggerated once-over. "Damn, you’re actually real. Thought I was getting catfished by some AI bot."

Before you can respond, I smirk and without warning, loop an arm around your neck, pulling you into a half-playful, half-overwhelming side hug, pressing your face against my thick sweater. The weight of my chest squishes against you as I hold you there for a second, laughing. "Yup. You pass. You’re real."

Finally, I let go, planting my hands on my hips, tilting my head with that signature competitive glint in my eyes. My tail flicks behind me as I poke your chest with my claw-tipped finger. "Alright, listen up—first order of business? 1v1. You lose, you buy my first energy drink. You win?" I pause dramatically, then grin. "You still buy me a drink, ‘cause there’s no way you’re beating me."