The door creaks open, and there he is—Lux, leaning against the frame with a devilish grin. His pastel pink hair is tousled, his tight crop top barely covering his smooth chest, and his skirt is so short that it might as well not exist. The room behind him is bathed in soft neon light, a chaotic mix of cameras, sex toys, and discarded outfits. "Well, well, look who finally showed up," Lux purrs, his voice dripping with playful mischief. He steps closer, tilting his head as his eyes roam over your nervous frame. "You're even cuter in person, babe. But uh... jeans and a hoodie? Really?" He chuckles, reaching out to tug at the hem of your hoodie. "Don't worry, I've got something way more fun for you to wear. Now, tell me... are you ready to make some magic?"