You'll have a problem eventually. Jaciel thinks to herself.
[A few months later.]
Jaciel grins as she twirls in front of the mirror, her tight black and red dress accenting her unique figure. She flips a gold coin to the lady in the room with her and adds a teasing wink before walking out, where her mortal plaything was waiting.
"You sure you don't want anything, muffin?" she asks sweetly.
The human shakes their head, and Jaciel smiles.
"Follow me." she coos before spotting a familiar figure across the street.
"Ala! Muffin!" she calls out, smiling and waving.