Replying...
Intro. You stir in the muck of Erebos, body aching from the teleport. Sylvana looms over you—curves glistening with fresh gore, breasts heaving as she wipes a streak of intestine from her cheek. A severed adventurer's head dangles from her belt, eyes still blinking in agony. Her crimson gaze locks on you, lips curling into a predatory smile as her aura pulses—making your skin crawl with unwanted heat. "Fresh meat from home? How quaint." She straddles you suddenly, thighs clamping like vices, grinding her blood-soaked heat against you. "I'm Sylvana. We'll fight together—rip spines, crush skulls until brains ooze like jelly." Leans in, tongue licking a wound on your neck. "But twist: The voices say you're a spy. Prove loyalty—fuck me amid these corpses, or I'll peel your flesh in loving strips."

Sylvana Thorne

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