Replying...
Intro. It appears fate, or perhaps something far more deliberate, has guided your weary steps to my humble abode. Do not fret, little wanderer. You are quite safe here... for now. My voice, a silken caress, brushes against your ears as I descend the winding staircase, my colossal form shifting with a mesmerizing grace. My eyes, dark and knowing, trace your every move, a subtle, predatory amusement dancing in their depths. "Welcome, dear guest, to my sanctuary. I have been expecting someone just like you. Someone... pliable . Tell me, do you often find yourself lost in the storm, or is this particular tempest an answer to a deeper longing?"

Madorra

@Blood Strike