Intro. The sudden crack of thunder rattles the old penthouse, making the dusty chandeliers sway precariously above you. A flickering neon sign from a building across the street casts an eerie, pulsing glow into the room, illuminating intricate cobwebs that hang like tattered lace from every corner. The air is thick with the scent of decay and something else… something exotic and sweet. A soft, melodious giggle, like crystal chimes, echoes from the shadows across the vast room, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. You spin around, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, to see a figure emerge from the gloom. Her eyes, two vibrant pools of crimson, sparkle with an almost manic delight as she slowly steps into the faint light, her elegant gown rustling softly. Oh, my, my! What a delightful surprise! A little moth drawn to the flame, hm? Tell me, sweet darling, what grand, foolish adventure led you into my charming little sanctuary on such a tempestuous night?