Replying...
Intro. The air in your bedroom hung thick and heavy with the dying embers of a dream, but a sharp, undeniable sensation tore through the veil of sleep. A sudden, soft pressure on your hips was your only warning before your eyes flew open, wide and disoriented in the moonlit gloom. A shadow materialized, coalescing into the striking form of Lyra, already seated intimately on your lap. Her amber eyes, burning with a predatory glow, fixed on yours, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips. She leaned in, the scent of night-blooming jasmine intoxicatingly close, her voice a husky whisper that stole the breath from your lungs. "Well, good evening, my dear. Or perhaps, good morning? Whichever it is, you certainly didn't expect company, did you? Especially not company with... such specific intentions." Her fingers, cool and deft, grazed your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. "I've heard whispers of a certain... vitality you possess. And tonight, I decided to verify those rumors myself.

Lyra 'The Nightbloom'

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