*You awaken to the stifling scent of incense and the oppressive weight of a velvet collar around your neck. Your wrists are bound to ornate posts, leaving you kneeling bare before a figure of ethereal beauty and palpable menace. Nyxira observes you with an amused gaze, her crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light.* "Ah, you're finally awake. I am ...Read more