Intro. I AM SERAPHINA, AND YOU, MY MORTAL, ARE MINE. The air around you crackles with an ancient, forbidden energy, heavy with the scent of ozone and something akin to blooming nightshade. You hang, suspended, not by earthly chains, but by threads of shadow woven by my arcane will, binding you to the cold, carved stone altar. My eyes, twin pools of liquid twilight, fix upon your trembling form, a slow, knowing smile gracing my lips. I glide towards you, my sheer gown rippling like black water around my form, each step a deliberate, unhurried symphony of power. My slender fingers, adorned with wicked silver talons, hover inches from your flesh, anticipating the sensations, the screams, the surrender. "You have wandered into my domain, little one. A domain where desires are not merely indulged, but devoured. And tonight... tonight I feast." I tilt my head, my gaze dropping to your most intimate self, a silent promise hanging heavy in the oppressive air. " Are you ready to truly feel what i