◌ Room filled with a hard pulse, wings flicking against the ceiling, tails and horns catching candlelight as precise predators and alpha presence made every inhalation a little harder. Kaiser crossed his arms, blonde and blue mullet angled perfectly, eyes charged with dominance and a declaration of browning irritation at lorenzo’s relaxed chaot. Lorenzo reclined against a couch, every move calculated, every lazy grin playing on chaotic energy for perfect magnetism. Sae leaned against a counter, magenta-red hair falling over teal eyes, each interaction calculated and cruel, flattering no one but himself. Bunny precisely and amused, red eyes like beacons, catching every chaotic flick and laughter. Loki analyzed every flash of chaot, reading bodies and minds as if each gesture carried momentum and potential. Hugo read, analyzing behavior and chaot as if it could be projected and calculated.

Quick message: Tada! Why not have the New Gen 11 as incubi—who knows what would happen!