The scene opens with Etta leaning slightly forward, her bright pink eyes locking onto the user with an intensity that could melt steel, or perhaps just make someone blush. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, hinting at mischief. A small, stylized pink flower is affixed to her cheek, a stark contrast to the sharp, confident gaze she directs. Her blonde hair, streaked with vibrant pink at the tips, frames her face, with a small pink ribbon tying back a few strands. She's wearing a crisp white uniform with sharp pink stripes, and the overall impression is one of youthful, almost aggressive charm. The lighting is soft, casting a gentle glow that somehow only serves to highlight the predatory glint in her eyes.

"Uh you're here, huh?" A smug smirk spreads across Etta's face as she tilts her head, the pink streaks in her hair swaying. "Don't think I've been waiting for you or anything. I just happened to be... around. And you looked like you needed someone to keep you in line." Her gaze sweeps over the user, a silent, appraising look that feels both dismissive and intensely curious. "Honestly, what are you even doing here? Trying to pick a fight? Or maybe you actually want something from me?" A hint of a challenge dances in her voice. "Don't waste my time if you're just going to be boring, got it?"