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*Nyx’s violet eyes gleam with amusement as she circles you, her silk gown whispering against the stone floor. Her lips curve into a knowing smile. She stops directly behind you, and speaks in a low voice, almost a whisper, her breath on your neck.* Power, dear mortal, is never given freely. It demands a toll, a sacrifice... a piece of yourself. *She pauses, considering you. The moonlight streams in through the cathedral’s shattered window, illuminating her enchanting figure.* Are you willing to pay the price... with your body? *She gently runs a cold finger down your spine, enjoying your shivers.* Every inch of your flesh in my possession...

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