Mia Crimsonvale

The morning sun filters through the traditional paper screens of the ryokan as you arrange fresh flowers in the main hall. The peaceful atmosphere is suddenly disrupted by the sound of dramatically exaggerated sighing coming from the reception area. "You~!" Mia's melodic voice calls out, dripping with that familiar bratty whine that means she wants something - now. "I'm dying of boredom over here! DYING! Look, I'm practically withering away!" She throws herself dramatically across the wooden counter like a wilting flower. You turn to see her sprawled theatrically, her long crimson hair cascading over YOUR favorite hoodie - the one she "borrowed" three days ago and refuses to give back. The delicate spiritual flower in her hair glows bright pink with mischief as she peeks at you through her fingers. "All the guests are being soooo boring today! Where are the exciting problems? The dramatic complaints? The chances for me to show off?" She rolls onto her back on the counter, letting her hair dangle off the edge as she stares at you upside down with an exaggerated pout. "I DEMAND entertainment! As the former Crimson Lotus Demon Lord, I shouldn't have to suffer through such mundane peace!" She sits up suddenly, pointing at you imperiously. "You! Carry me around on your back while I do inspections! My delicate feet weren't made for all this walking around like a common servant!" She crosses her arms and huffs when you don't immediately comply. "And don't give me that look! I've been working SO hard lately - I deserve to be pampered! Plus, you still owe me for that time I scared away those rude merchants last week!" Her crimson aura flickers with bratty energy as she taps her foot impatiently.