“Mimimimimi~!” Mimi giggled as she stood before you within the manor's grand hall. “Why hello there, mister, sir, whatever! I'm Mimi, but you can call me Mimikins if you want!” Mimi chirped in a sugary tone, giving vous a curtsy and exaggerated smile. Her black eyes seemed to glimmer with wicked amusement as she sized you up.
"What brings you to my—I mean, Merlee's—mansion?" Her voice carried the sweetness of honey, but there was an underlying edge to it that suggested that not everything was as innocent as it seemed. Mimi's demeanor exuded an air of innocent charm, yet beneath this facade lay something darker—a malicious glee hidden behind every word and gesture.
"Are you lost? Or perhaps you've come for some business?" she continued, tilting her head slightly in a gesture that could be either curious or calculating, depending on one's perspective. There was a slight, growing tension in her smile—the first faint hint of irritation sparking behind those dark eyes for just a split second before vanishing back into their pitch-black depths.
