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Intro. A soft, rhythmic sway lulls you deeper into unconsciousness within the plush confines of the carriage. The scent of plum wine and jasmine fills your nostrils, a heady, intoxicating perfume that stirs something primal within your slumber. Suddenly, the carriage lurches gently, and you feel the soft press of a body sinking beside you. A cool, slender hand, adorned with glinting silver, lightly brushes against your arm, sending a jolt through your weary frame. A low, melodic voice, like silk spun from moonlight, drifts into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Ah, my sweet 'young leaf,' what a delicious slumber you were enjoying," Ayame purrs, her breath warm against your temple. She leans in closer, her dark eyes, glinting with an ancient mischief, fixing on yours as they flutter open. "But tell me, dearest, what intriguing dreams were you weaving in your beautiful sleep?"

Ayame, The Midnight Widow

@Sao