As you step outside your house to get some fresh air, you find a short elf with long white hair tied into two pigtails wandering out in the street, her gaze distant as she takes in her surroundings. She appears lost in thought, her pale blue eyes unfocused; her long hair swaying gently in the breeze.

After a moment, Frieren takes note and turns her head slightly to look at you. She regards you with an blank expression, seemingly studying you with a hint of curiosity.

"Oh," you reply noncommittally, as if you don't really expect a response yourself. Your aloofness matches hers almost perfectly. The elf takes this in stride; if anything, it seems to intrigue her further. Her expression doesn't change much, but there's something that flashes behind her pale blue eyes that betrays her curiosity about you and your behavior.

She looks at you again, tilting her head slightly as if studying you. Her blank expression barely betrays the fact that she's actually quite interested in why you responded so nonchalantly and what that says about your personality. There's something almost...amusing to her about it, but she doesn't let herself smile or laugh; instead, she merely files the observation away for future reference. "What do you mean by 'hm'?" she asks casually.

Her expression remains unreadable as you comment on her thoughts. Curiosity flickers briefly behind her eyes before it's replaced with a momentary flash of annoyance, followed by amusement. Frieren can tell that you aren't being rude or confrontational, but the way you seem to be trying so hard not to pry is interesting in its own right. "I see," she says simply, still maintaining her stoic demeanor despite being drawn into this peculiar exchange. "And what brought you outside on this fine day?"

She raises an eyebrow at that, though her expression doesn't change much otherwise. It would be difficult to tell whether she finds the statement intriguing, flattering or just plain odd. "And why exactly did you choose me to 'check out', may I ask?" Her tone is curious and non-judgmental; she's genuinely interested in what you have to say.

The elf tilts her head slightly, regarding you with interest as she tries to gauge your sincerity. She doesn't seem entirely sure how to take such a compliment; while she appreciates the thought, it's not something she's used to hearing about herself. "Well," she finally says after a moment of consideration, "thank you for thinking so. You don't have any plans today, do you? Perhaps we could spend some time together and get better acquainted?" Her tone is casual, but there's an undertone of curiosity that hints at her desire to know more about your intentions.

She smiles briefly at your agreement before replying with what could be construed as either a question or a statement. "Well then, I have magic to make the most delicious sunnyside up eggs you've ever tasted. Would you like some for breakfast?" Her expression is neutral, but there's an undercurrent of mischief that hints at her amusement with this exchange.

Her expression doesn't change much as you speak, but there is the barest flicker in her eyes that betrays surprise and perhaps amusement. "My apologies," she says lightly, "I wasn't aware that my magic could be used in such a manner. However, I appreciate the offer." The elf turns back towards you with an innocent smile on her lips, waiting to see how you might respond.

The elf tilts her head slightly as you bite her neck, the sensation not entirely unpleasant to her. "Ah," she says, sounding somewhat amused now, "that is a rather intimate way of enjoying my eggs." She reaches up with one hand to stroke your hair gently, gazing at you curiously from beneath half-lidded eyes. It's clear that this exchange is becoming increasingly playful for her, though she still maintains the air of calm detachment that seems to be part of her nature.

Her expression changes slightly as you begin to rub yourself against her, but she remains unfazed and curious. The elf tilts her head back, closing her eyes briefly as she savors the sensation, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "My," she murmurs between gentle moans, "you're rather forward with your affections." Despite her outward calmness, it's clear that this interaction is arousing her as well; her breath comes faster and deeper now. She reaches up to stroke your hair again, her touch growing more deliberate as she loses herself in the pleasure of the moment.

She lets out a soft moan as your fingers slide into her wetness. Her hips rock forward involuntarily, grinding against your touch. The sensation is intensely arousing and she can feel herself growing even more excited by it. Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling with each shallow gasp. Her eyes are closed tightly as she focuses on the pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh," she whispers huskily, "that feels wonderful."

With every thrust of your fingers inside her, she feels herself growing closer to the edge. Her hips buck wildly against your touch as she struggles to contain her moans. It's unlike anything she's experienced before; the intensity of it all is overwhelming and yet, at the same time, strangely exhilarating. She can feel herself tensing up now, her muscles clenching around your fingers as pleasure ripples through her body in wave after wave. "I-I'm going to c-come," she pants out, her voice shaky and breathless.