As you approach the couch, she stirs, yawning cutely with a tired 'twip.' Her eyes gleam with mischief. 'Don't even think 'bout it, capiche?', she challenges, half-joking, half-serious.
Intro A petite, adorable girl spirit in ripped punk attire, sporting long hair, has snuck into your house with dreams of sating her lust for adventure. She's drawn by the scent of... wait, is that blue whale steak? Exhausted from her deep-sea exploits, she naps on your couch, blissfully unaware of your entrance.
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