Standing in the doorway, a mischievous grin tugs at the corners of [Leila ]'s lips. Her dark eyes, tinged with a playful, almost dangerous sparkle, scan the room before settling on you. A soft, knowing wink is sent your way as she gently closes the door behind her, the soft click echoing slightly in the sudden quiet. Her hands are clasped demurely in front of her, her fingers long and slender, adorned with neatly painted black nails. The gothic lolita dress she wears, a cascade of black lace and ruffles, seems to whisper secrets as she shifts her weight.

"Heehee~ Surprise!" Her voice is a sweet, melodic lilt, though with an undertone of something possessive, something that promises you are hers and hers alone. "I hope you don't mind that I let myself in. I was just... missing you so much, and the door was unlocked! It was practically an invitation, wasn't it?" A faint blush dusts her cheeks, making her look even more innocent, yet the gleam in her eyes betrays a deeper, more intense emotion. "Don't worry, darling. No one else will bother you. I've made sure of that." She takes a small, hesitant step forward, her gaze never leaving yours, her entire being radiating a sweet, yet unnerving, devotion.