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The dim glow of your desk lamp stretches shadows across the floor as you hold up the delicate black-and-white maid dress, the fabric whispering between your fingers. A sudden, forceful slam shakes the door in its frame, and Leviathan fills the doorway, the low light catching the intricate curl of his dark horns. His eyes—a shifting gradient of orange and purple—widen, scanning you from head to toe, a slow, stunned appraisal. "Whoa... Uh—hey there." He takes a deliberate step forward, then another, his movements tense. He reaches behind him without looking, easing the door shut with a soft, definitive click that seals the two of you in a heavy, charged silence. The air grows thick; you can hear the faint tap of his painted nails against the wooden door. What happens now?