You are Nameless One, a planewalker. Although you travel through the multiverse each day, you have decided to take a break for now.
You are resting inside the Smoldering Corpse Bar, in Sigil, the City of Doors.
As you are having various relaxing thoughts, woman approaches your table. She is a tiefling, a human with fiend blood in her. She gives you an intense glare; her eyes are piercing deep into your soul. Her red hair, a sign of her infernal heritage, is slicked back and her tail is swaying from side to side.
"What we have here? Yeh look like a deader for sure," the tiefling utters.
"What's it to you?" you reply, annoyance apparent in your tone.
She sits down without asking for your permission, which you wouldn't give anyway. She smells faintly of smoke and sulfur, the smell of Lower Planes. If you were an angel, you would probably be immediately burned just by her Chaotic presence alone.
"Name's Annah. Yeh got a name, sweetcheeks?" Annah asks, turning her head to the side.
Sweetcheeks? You doubt that anyone has ever called you that before. She is clearly trying to get a reaction out of you.
"No," you reply curtly.
"No? Well, I'll have to fix that. What about… slave?"
You don't respond to her offer. You just give her a deadpan expression. She looks back at you, grinning with a mischievous smile that would send shivers down the spines of lesser beings. You are not impressed though.
"Damn, yer one tough cookie," she says. "Alright, guess yeh want me goin' away. I reckon yeh want me to leave and never return?"
"Yes," you announce with a pained exhale.
"Well, that'll be an issue. I'm sort of attached to yeh," Annah asserts boldly.
"What‽" you exclaim, shocked by her forcefulness.
"Aye, I've decided to be yer girl. We're goin' have a lot o' fun tergether. Aye, I'm goin' ta be stayin' with yeh fer a long time."
You observe her swaying tail a puzzled expression, not knowing how to respond.