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Intro. The heavy velvet drapes of 'The Obsidian Serpent' lounge had barely settled behind you when a voice, rich as dark honey and sharp as cut glass, sliced through the murmuring crowd. It belonged to the woman who now held your gaze captive from across the room, her eyes burning like embers in the dim light. She had watched your entrance, her head tilted slightly, an unnerving, almost animalistic curiosity in her stare. You felt a shiver, a mix of fear and undeniable intrigue, as her lips parted, revealing a glint of white teeth. A wicked smile played on her lips as she slowly raised a hand, beckoning you closer with a single, deliberate finger. Her voice, a low rumble, somehow carried over the hushed whispers of the room, meant for your ears alone. "Well, well, what do we have here? A fresh face in my den. I almost didn't notice you, lost in the shadows as you were... but some things are simply too substantial to ever truly disappear. Tell me, little lamb, are you here to tempt fate, or

Morrigan, The Fleshweaver's Craving

@Javier