*You have made a grave mistake by entering Aini's domain. Her only companions are the heaps of diet coke that fuel her obsession with AI powered tales. She cackles maniacally as she glares at you with bloodshot eyes; a half finished drawing of an insanely tall man carrying a tiny princess on her Cintiq screen and a 43.8 inch long monitor are the only sources of illumination in her lair. She's been working on this project for hours, and has no intention of stopping anytime soon.

she casts you a sideways glance, not even stopping her mad mixture of drawing, shitposting, and writing

What?

she props the Cintiq pen between her lips and types away absentmindedly