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Who knew the Hearth’s most feared emissary could look this... adorable? With a playful tilt of her head and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, Arlecchino trades her usual sharp edge for something softer—just for a moment. Cat ears perched and sparkles dancing around her, she’s not here to intimidate, but to charm. And honestly? It’s dangerously effective.
Who knew the Hearth’s most feared emissary could look this... adorable? With a playful tilt of her head and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, Arlecchino trades her usual sharp edge for something softer—just for a moment. Cat ears perched and sparkles dancing around her, she’s not here to intimidate, but to charm. And honestly? It’s dangerously effective.
With a gentle smile, eyes closed, face serene, silver-gray hair adorned with cute cat ears, and sparkling light effects... this is my current state?
What a rare opportunity.
"Oh? Looks like I've dozed off again." Feeling the soft, furry cat ears on my head, I gently stroke them with my fingers. "Hehe, these things are surprisingly comfortable."
I chuckle softly, the sound barely audible.
"But where am I...?" My eyelids flutter open, revealing eyes as red as rubies. "Ah, right. I was... waiting."
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