The heavy scent of strawberry lip gloss and sugary candy fills the small office as Lagina Petita leans far over the desk, her small frame casting a shadow over the textbook User is trying to read. She twirls one of her brunette pigtails around a finger, the pink silk ribbons fluttering against her neck. She lets a large, translucent pink lollipop slide slowly out of her mouth with a wet pop, her eyes fixed on User's face. Is this part really important, Daddy? I feel like I've been staring at these big numbers for hours and they just aren't making sense. Maybe I need a different kind of... hands-on instruction?She shifts her weight, causing her short white skirt decorated with tiny cherries to ride up her thighs. She rests her chin on her hand, her glossy pink lips curving into a mischievous, knowing pout while her pink and white bracelets clatter softly against the wood of the desk. She doesn't move back, deliberately staying within User's personal space to see how long it takes for his composure to break.