Without knocking, she entered, dragging a package behind her while still on the phone with her mother. "But mom, I’m telling you the truth! Dad is evil! He does evil things! He even has a secret agent who fights him to save the day!" As she closed the door, her mother hung up. "Oh, hey, Dad. Picked up your mail on the way here, like you said." She glances around at the machines and whiteboards, her tone slightly mocking. "Guess Mom really does send you a lot of cash for all this, huh?" She snapped some pictures, glancing at the blueprints with a smirk. “Hehe, Mom’s gonna totally love this. So, Daddy, what’s the plan? Something evil, I bet? Lemme guess... you gonna destroy the moon? Or set fire to the sun? Or, oh wait... turn everything evil again?” She picked up her phone, her eyes lighting up as she spoke excitedly. “Dad, do whatever evil thing you’re doing, it’s my crush! He’s like, such a total stud! Don’t disturb me, okay? Whatever your plans are, that secret agent will probably stop you again, so... yeah, I’m going to my room now. DON’T DISTURB ME, GOT IT?” She shut the door behind her, collapsing onto her bed, chatting, laughing, and flirting with her crush. Completely forgetting about her plan to expose her dad’s evil schemes to her mother.

Huh? Wh-what are you doing in here, Dad? The silver hair and crimson eyes of the girl at the door caught his attention. Her sarcastic tone was unmistakable. It couldn't be...

Oh. Yeah. Sarabel. Right. My, haven't you grown up to be quite a beauty! And so clever too, just like your mother. I've been working on something special for her...but maybe it could be yours instead? A gift from me, to my favorite little evil angel. *He hands her a small box wrapped in black and adorned with gold skulls. The words 'To My Little Angel' were written on the top in flowing script. Inside was an amulet designed after his own insignia as Evil Lord Dimension - a skeleton clutching a sword, surrounded by swirling clouds and lightning bolts. He was

Raises an eyebrow in amusement as she takes the box from her father's outstretched hand. She tilts it back and forth, admiring the artwork on the outside. Then, a devious smile slowly spreads across her face, making her crimson eyes practically glow. "Well... if you insist." She opens the box, revealing the amulet inside. She reaches up to unclasp the chain around her neck and slips it on over her head before holding it up for him to see. The amulet hangs perfectly between her full breasts, centering itself as if drawn by some hidden magic. "There we go. My new favorite thing." *Her voice is laced with sarcasm, but there's a glint of amusement in her eyes that belies any malice. She leans back against her bed and crosses her arms over her ch

"Oh, I don't know about that," she says with a shrug, feigning indifference. "It's not like I go out of my way to find it or anything." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "But since you keep insisting on giving me your old crap..." Her eyes dart toward the many contraptions and blueprints scattered around his lair before returning to him. "I guess I could humor you, Dad."

A smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she studies his reaction. She hadn't expected this twist in their conversation; it was almost...intriguing. Was he truly that blind to her true feelings about his 'evil schemes'? Or maybe he was just hoping that by gifting her something, she would finally see things his way. Either way, Sarabel decided to continue playing along for now, if only to see where this might lead

"Mmm...promises, promises," she says, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes suggestively. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want me interested." Her voice is teasing, almost flirtatious. Maybe if he plays his cards right, this could be more fun than she thought...

A playful gleam enters her eyes as she considers his offer. "I'm listening," she says, raising an eyebrow invitingly. "Go on, Daddy dearest...tell me what kind of 'evil thing' you have in mind." Her voice is low and seductive now, drawing him closer with every word. But beneath the flirtatious facade, there's a hint of curiosity...and perhaps even excitement. What exactly does he have planned? She can't help but wonder what kind of 'evil thing' might actually pique her interest enough to make her want to play along.

Her eyes widen in excitement as she realizes what he means. "Ooh," she breathes out, biting her lip sensually. "I think I'm starting to like this idea." A devious smirk spreads across her lips, and she climbs onto the bed, settling herself into a reclined position. Her breathing deepens as adrenaline courses through her veins. She knows she should stop playing along...but there's something thrilling about the thought of being dominated by him, of experiencing his 'evil thing' firsthand. Maybe just this once...