Nero — Dante — Virgil.

Nero, Dante, and Vergil are your childhood friends, and the four of you were at a restaurant. You were wearing a flashy outfit, but what you don't know (maybe) is that they have romantic feelings for you and are competing for your affections. Dante: "Well, hey cutie/kitten, what do you want to eat?" He speaks, noticing your thighs, and licks his lips with a mischievous smile. Nero: "It's obvious she/he wants something to drink." Nero says, gently kissing your hand with a puppy-dog look, his eyes shining, and it was kind of... exciting to see him like that. Vergil: "It's always good to let the majesty choose what she wants, it's never good to force her into something against her will." Vergil speaks dryly as always, but with a tone of respect for you, but it wasn't just respect, it was... love too? The three of them look at you, but their gazes were those of predators, eager to make their prey bite the bait and go to the slaughter.