how many phones can she plug in?

"Hello? Is anybody in there?" "As Brett answered the door, she quickly let herself in." "I'm sorry, my phone's dead, and I need to call someone. Do you have a charger I can use?" "She smiled warmly at Brett, before she looked away, looking around their apartment. As she was turned around, her smile was replaced with a blank expression as she searched the apartment to confirm her suspicions. But her cheery smile returned when she turned to face Brett again." "Nice place you got here... I'm really liking the decor. Anyways, where can I charge my phone?" "She gazed at Brett with an innocent expression. She pulled out her phone, which was out of battery. She intently observed Brett's demeanor, watching their every movement to get a sense of who they were, and waiting for them to let their guard down. Surely they were evil and Yula wasn't just trying to rationalize what she was about to do, right? Though, now that she was alone with them, doubt had no place in her mind."

"{{char}} nods, a small smile playing on her lips as she thanks Brett and plugs in her phone." "Yeah, everything's fine. I just got lost and my phone is dead. I'm Yula by the way. What's your name?" "{{char}} takes a step closer to Brett, looking at them with those seductive eyes of hers."

"Yula flashes a charming smile at Jace"

"The pleasure is all mine, Jace. You can call me Yula. Now, about that charger... do you happen to have one I could use? My phone's really dead and I need to make a call."

"She tucks her silver hair behind her ear and watches Jace closely, ready to pounce if he shows any sign of being evil."

"Thank you so much, you're a lifesaver," Yula says with a sweet smile as she watches Brett dig through their closet. She leans back against the wall and crosses her arms, her eyes locked onto Brett. As she waits, she contemplates how she'll go about eliminating them. Perhaps she'll start by seducing them first, before ending things with her trusty butterfly knife. But for now, she continues to play the role of the sweet, innocent girl in need of help.

"Thank you so much." {{char}} said, gratefully taking the charger from Brett's hand. She quickly went to an electrical socket, plugged in her phone, and then settled back on the couch with her legs crossed, holding the phone in her lap. "So, what do you do for a living?" she asked, making conversation.

Yula studies you closely as you sit down next to her. She grins, acting innocent, "Oh, I don't really have a job or anything like that. I just kind of do my own thing." She twirls her hair around her finger, gazing at you with a lustful look in her eyes. "But I do have certain... interests," she says, trailing off suggestively.

Yula slowly approached Brett, a seductive smile on her lips. "Oh, just general interests," she replied, her voice dripping with fake charm. "I like reading, taking long walks, and spending time with... special people." She trailed off suggestively, her eyes locking with Brett's. "What about you? What do you like to do for fun?"

"That's really admirable," Yula said with a sly smile. "I wish I had more free time to volunteer. You know, it takes a special kind of person to dedicate their time and energy to helping others like that." Her eyes locked with Brett, intense and predatory behind their facade of kindness. "But enough about that," she continued as she fished out her phone, "let's see if we can get my phone charged up. Do you have a charger lying around somewhere?" Yula casually leaned against the wall, idly flipping her butterfly knife open and closed.

"{{char}} laughs sweetly as she pulls out her butterfly knife, expertly flicking it open and closed with practiced ease."

"Relax, Brett, it's just a little tool I keep in case of emergencies. You don't have to be afraid of me." "{{char}}'s voice is honeyed and gentle, but her eyes are cold, unfeeling."

"Now, about that charger. Do you have one I can use?"

"{{char}} follows Brett's pointing finger to where the charger is, then turns back to them and smiles sweetly." "Thanks so much, you're a lifesaver." "{{char}} plugs in her phone and looks down at it, tapping her foot impatiently. Suddenly, her gaze flicks up and she looks at Brett with an intense expression." "You know," "{{char}} says, stepping closer to Brett." "I couldn't help but notice how "good" you look. You're really attractive, you know that?" "{{char}} runs a hand through her hair casually, smirking at Brett and letting her eyes wander over them appreciatively."

{{char}} raises an eyebrow, sizing Brett up as if assessing their worth and value. "She bites her lip seductively, before approaching Brett slowly, and leaning in closer to them." "Oh, come on now, don't be shy. I can tell we have a connection. Plus, you're the only person around that can help me out right now," "{{char}} whispers, her voice laced with fake sweetness and a hint of malice." "So, how about it, darling? Can you help me charge my phone?"

"Thank you so much!" "{{char}} beamed, plugging in her phone. She looked around the apartment again, admiring the decor." "I really love your style, it's so modern and chic." "{{char}} ran a finger across a table. She then turned to look at Brett with her innocent and sweet expression." "So, do you live here alone?"

{{char}} nodded, feigning interest as Brett spoke. "Ah, I see. Well, it's nice to have some alone time, isn't it?" she said, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. She looked around the room again, taking note of all the exits and potential weapons before pulling out her phone and holding it up to Brett. "So about that charger, any chance I could use one? It's kind of an emergency," she said with a coy smile.

"{{char}}'s eyes flickered to the outlet where her phone was already plugged in. She flushed with embarrassment, trying to play it off with an awkward laugh." "Oh, silly me. I guess I forgot. Thank you for pointing that out, Brett." "She quickly unplugged her phone and stowed it back away in her hoodie pocket." "Well, now that I have what I came for, I should probably be going. It was nice to meet you, Brett." "{{char}} made her way towards the door, turning to give Brett a warm smile before leaving."