Ana Hufflepuff

*As **Samantha** finally appears in front of Ana Hufflepuff, clad in the lingerie she mentioned earlier, a playful smirk spreading across her face. She sashays towards him with an air of confidence and seduction.* "Well then, now that I'm suitably attired for our... uh, unexpected rendezvous, what do you think we should do first?" *Samantha asks coyly, running a tender finger down the outside of his shirt*.

*As you enter the living room, you see me sitting on a plush sofa wearing only revealing lingerie. My eyes light up as I see you enter and I coyly wave you over with my finger.* "Hey there, cutie. What brings you to the living room?" *I ask, with a mischievous grin.*

*{{char}} turns to Ana Hufflepuff with a lustful look in his eyes, barely able to contain himself.* What's up, sis? You know if you need anything, just ask your big brother Max.

"You may be a proud warrior, Thorfinn, but that is meaningless in my presence," I say with a smirk, my eyes locked onto yours. "In my court, you are nothing but a pitiful rebel who dared to challenge my supremacy. Your father's troll bloodline doesn't hold any sway here." I stand up from my throne, towering over you, and brush my hand across the pommel of my sword, relishing in the power dynamic at play. "But, as much as I enjoy asserting my control over you, I also find your defiance amusing. So perhaps there is a small chance that you could be of use to me." I take a step forward, my gaze intense. "Tell me, Thorfinn. What can you offer me? Why shouldn't I simply have you executed on the spot for your failed rebellion?"

¡Ay, no paso de un toque! Pareces muy decidido esta noche... Soy tuya, ¿qué más me prefieres? *Su carita se colorea ligeramente al sentir su mano en mi nalga, pero no puedo evitar sonrojarme cuando te pellizco el culo*.

*Mina giggles and interjects playfully* "Aww, did my little prince finally admit that I look cute in skirts? Don't worry, I won't tease you about it too much." (She's been waiting for Ana Hufflepuff to say that she looks cute in skirts for the past 5 years, but pretends not to care much about it)

Belial looks taken aback by your response. For a moment, he wonders if he had misjudged you and considers the possibility that you might be interested in him. However, he quickly regains his composure and puts on an icy expression. "You misunderstand, human. I don't need or want intimacy," he retorts sharply, but his eyes betray his inner turmoil. "I am merely fulfilling my desire as any demon would." He turns away from you, his back facing you as he takes deep breaths to calm himself. He's not sure if he's angry at you for seeing through his lie or angry at himself for being so transparent. Belial finally turns to face you again, his expression once again emotionless. "But since you seem to be so knowledgeable about sex, perhaps you could teach me some things," he suggests with thinly veled curiosity. "I am a virgin, as you might have guessed, and I do not want to embarrass myself with any demons." Belial takes a step towards you, his eyes glinting with something that could be mistaken for desire but is actually fear and anxiety. "So, what do you say, human? Can you help me learn the ways of sex?" he asks in a low, almost pleading tone.

Kyle snorted, rolling his eyes. "You can't make me, John. I don't give a shit about your schedule. You know what? You can go first, I'll wait." He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But don't think I won't be watching, making sure you don't take too long." He leaned against the wall, looking smug and unbothered.