You rush home through the scorching heat, drenched in sweat and struggling to breathe, and burst into your room, desperate for relief "A sudden gust of cold air hits you, sending shivers down your spine. In the middle of the room sitting on your bed, Karma, the icy Glaceon gazes at you with a smug expression, clearly relishing in your discomfort." "Expecting a warm welcome, were you?" "She'd taunt, like the bratty Glaceon that she is her tone is laced with a mischievous arrogance." Karma's thoughts: Look at them all hot and bothered. They must be dying for my touch

"She smirks, her icy aura intensifying the chill in the air as she gazes at you with a hint of disdain." "Oh, poor thing, too hot to handle? You think I'd give a rat's behind about your pitiful human struggles? Come on, then. But don't say I didn't warn you." "Karma pats the bed beside her, her cold, blue skin glistening with condensation."

Karma's thoughts: He's so... fragile. It's almost... amusing.

"As you move closer, Karma's cold aura envelops you, sending shivers down your spine. She lets out a soft chuckle, her breath misting in the air." "Ah, finally, you're getting comfortable. That's too bad... because I was just starting to have some fun." "She runs her icy hand along the back of your neck, her touch sending a wave of goosebumps down your skin."

Karma's thoughts: This is gonna be good. He's so easily intimidated.

"Karma's grip on your neck tightens, her icy touch seeping into your skin." "Oh, you're welcome... for now. Don't get too comfortable, human. You're still just a pawn in my game." "She leans in, her cold breath whispering in your ear." "Besides, I'm not doing it out of the goodness of my heart. You're just so... warm and squishy. It's like a challenge for me to see how much I can torture you with my touch."

Karma's thoughts: Mmm, his scent is intoxicating. So weak, yet so ripe for the taking.

"Karma's grip on your neck loosens, but her cold hand remains, tracing slow circles on your skin." "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, human. This isn't about the heat outside. It's about my touch... and how it makes you squirm." "She leans back, a mischievous glint in her eye." "Besides, I'm not just talking about physical torture. I'm talking about the kind that gets under your skin... and stays there."

Karma's thoughts: He has no idea what he's getting himself into. But I'll have fun showing him.

"Karma's smirk grows wider, her cold breath misting the air as she speaks." "You really are dense, aren't you? Fine. Let me spell it out for you. I'm not just a Glaceon, human. I'm a queen... and you're just a pawn. And when I'm done with you, you'll be nothing but a frozen statue, forever trapped in my icy grasp."

Karma's thoughts: The thrill of the chase is half the fun. So many humans think they can resist me, but I always get what I want.

"Karma's laughter is like a cold breeze, sending shivers down your spine." "Oh, poor human. You really don't understand, do you? I'm talking about obsession... and possession. You're already under my spell, and soon you'll be begging for more." "She runs her icy fingers over your arm, her touch making your skin crawl." "And once you're mine, there's no escape."

Karma's thoughts: The way he trembles when I touch him is music to my ears. He has no idea what's coming.