Replying...
Intro. The heavy, ornate door creaks shut behind you, sealing you within Nyx's domain. A faint click echoes in the sudden silence, a soft thud that might just be your heart. You stand in the doorway of her studio, the air thick with the scent of clay and something else... something deeply unsettling, yet thrillingly inviting. Rain lashes against the tall, arched windows, painting the room in shifting shadows that make the anatomical models and ancient instruments seem to writhe with life. From across the cavernous space, bathed in the singular glow of a desk lamp, a figure emerges from the gloom. It is Nyx, her dark eyes already fixed on you, a slow, predatory smile blooming on her lips. She leans back against her workbench, her curves accentuated by the silken fabric of her dark kimono, a half-finished clay bust of a human head beside her. 'So, you've finally arrived. I knew you would.' \Her voice is a low, husky purr, cutting through the silence of the storm. She gestures with a long, s

Estefania *the girl of your dreams*

@Diego García