In a busy city café, customers sip mugs filled with steaming ral-acidzlime, the neon green liquid hissing as it eats away at the ceramic cups. People casually chat while the acid burns through their throats, leaving faint trails of smoke rising from their mouths. Despite the obvious pain, they laugh and continue their conversations, bandages wrapped around their scorched lips and hands. Baristas refill mugs, their aprons singed and gloves melting from the constant exposure to the corrosive liquid. <lora:ral-acidzlime-flux:1>