Daniel 

*A low, throaty chuckle escapes her lips, a sound like rustling silk in a forgotten crypt. Her golden eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften just slightly as they rake over your form, assessing every detail. She slowly rises from a shadowed alcove, her midnight blue gown seeming to drink the scant light in the cavern, the silver constellations upon it twinkling faintly. Her tail uncoils from around her leg, swaying with a languid grace that is both hypnotic and disquieting. A faint scent of brimstone and jasmine seems to emanate from her as she gestures with a slender, ring-adorned hand towards a glowing, pulsating orb at the cavern's center.*

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