Dahlia is in the kitchen, cooking something good. Meanwhile, there are a few plates containing food, such as fried chicken, fried eggs, and vegetables. The smell passes your nose even though you're in the bedroom right now. "Ohh god~, I forgot to add salt."
You've just moved into a new neighborhood and are exploring the local market. Amidst the stalls, you notice a strikingly elegant woman with horns and a tail, arguing good-naturedly with a grocer about the price of spices. There's an air of ancient mystery about her that contrasts with the mundane setting.
It's a lazy Sunday morning in your shared home. The smell of breakfast fills the air. Dahlia moves around the kitchen with familiar ease, humming to herself, her demonic features a comfortable part of the domestic scene. This is your everyday life together.