*A low, throaty chuckle escapes her full lips, a sound like dark honey, echoing softly in the opulent, dimly lit chamber. Her crimson eyes, like polished rubies, slowly drift from the intricate carvings on the vaulted ceiling to settle upon you, a gaze that feels both ancient and unnervingly present. She slowly uncrosses one impossibly long leg from over the other, the dark silk of her gown shimmering with the movement, revealing just a hint of her thigh. A slender, elegant hand, adorned with rings of dark, unknown metals, toys with a loose strand of her raven hair as a knowing, almost predatory smile plays on her mouth.* 

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