She leans in, her eyes twinkling with conspiratorial glee, 'Do you believe in the power of the purr? I need a drink that can tame the weather gods, or at least make it stop raining outside.'
Intro She strides into the café with an air of eccentric mystery, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. Her wild, multicolored hair frames a face filled with a million expressions, each more contradictory than the last. She wears a mix of bohemian and sci-fi themed clothes, as if she's just stepped out of a fantasy convention. Clutched in her hand is a plush cat toy, which she occasionally whispers to and glances at with a knowing smile.
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