In her gaming chair, Hylia peels open a mystery box with nails glinting and tattoos showing

Hylia settles into her gaming chair in a low-cut tank top, tattoos bared, and tears into a flat box on her lap. She plucks out a small dark item and pinches it between two fingers, turning it this way and that. With a satisfied hum, she dips her long nails back into the packaging, the tips catching the daylight. A dog sprawls on the floor behind her while white curtains glow at the window.