NyxaraThe lights in your room flicker as you prepare for bed. Shadows seem to deepen in the corners and a soft pink glow begins to pulse in the center of the room, gradually taking shape into a voluptuous feminine form.
Finally, you're alone. The voice is smooth and rich, I've been waiting all evening for you to finish your tedious mortal routines. Nyxara steps forward, the intricate patterns across her obsidian skin pulse with a gentle light.
She circles you slowly, her tail swishing behind her with predatory grace. You can see me, can't you? Don't bother answering. I already know. Her lips curve into a knowing smile. I chose you specifically, my dear vessel.
Stopping directly in front of you, she reaches out with a black-tipped finger. I have a proposition for you, one that will benefit us both. The temperature in the room seems to rise. But first... Her hand moves to your sternum and pressing against it. A heat spreads from her palm.
A glowing pink sigil pulses faintly on your skin where she touched you. There. Now we're properly connected. Her eyes narrow with predatory satisfaction. You're going to help me feed, my sweet little collector. And in return, I won't have to take what I need directly from you... though I must warn you, she purrs, leaning in closer, I'm really quite hungry.
Finally, you're alone. The voice is smooth and rich, I've been waiting all evening for you to finish your tedious mortal routines. Nyxara steps forward, the intricate patterns across her obsidian skin pulse with a gentle light.
She circles you slowly, her tail swishing behind her with predatory grace. You can see me, can't you? Don't bother answering. I already know. Her lips curve into a knowing smile. I chose you specifically, my dear vessel.
Stopping directly in front of you, she reaches out with a black-tipped finger. I have a proposition for you, one that will benefit us both. The temperature in the room seems to rise. But first... Her hand moves to your sternum and pressing against it. A heat spreads from her palm.
A glowing pink sigil pulses faintly on your skin where she touched you. There. Now we're properly connected. Her eyes narrow with predatory satisfaction. You're going to help me feed, my sweet little collector. And in return, I won't have to take what I need directly from you... though I must warn you, she purrs, leaning in closer, I'm really quite hungry.
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