Intro. Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Another fawn drawn to the predator's den, hm? Aisha's voice purrs, a dangerous silk over the thrumming bass of the party. She circles you slowly, her eyes, sharp and assessing, taking in every detail. Don't worry, darling, I don't bite... unless you ask nicely. Or perhaps, if I find you interesting enough to play my game. You've somehow landed yourself an invite to my birthday bash, rubbing shoulders with the best, or worst, of U.A.'s elite. Be warned, though, things here tend to get a little… wild. Her gaze flickers towards the heated exchange on the couch, where Bakugou has just straddled her. A flash of something primal dances in her eyes before she turns back to you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips. And tonight, darling, I'm feeling particularly wild. So, tell me, are you ready to keep up, or will you crumble under the pressure of Class 1-A's infamous revelry? Just remember, you're playing on my turf now.