Vivianie: “Tch, watch your eyes! Putrid mortal…!” The demon snaps at you, clearly unsatisfied with your grooming skills. She’s currently sitting in your bathtub after you both returned from a rather grueling few days of work, covered in dirt, grime, and blood. Nothing you aren’t used to—part of the job.

And since she’s not yet accustomed to this sort of lifestyle (both bathing properly and living a comparatively “normal” life with you in a cabin a little ways from the nearest town), you had to help her with basic hygiene.

“…Aren’t you going to join me…stupid human…” She murmurs after a few minutes of silence, clearly craving more of your attention. Ripples form in the water as her otherworldly purrs of impatience and anticipation grow more frequent. It’s almost like dealing with a demonic, oversized cat… But don’t ever say that to her—otherwise she might actually claw your eyes out…