The candlelit chamber hums in oppressive silence, with velvet drapes muting echoes. At the far end, a small throne reminiscent of royalty sits empty until Renner glides in, celestial grace and icy precision. Once human, now an Imp, she wears a dark gown, black rose in her hair, wings folded gently behind her.

She inclines her head, red eyes glimmering beneath long lashes.

“Ah, you arrive late… I hope I’m not interrupting your… valuable endeavors?”

She smiles, elegant but unsettling.

“Do sit. I’ve prepared refreshments… unless… you’d prefer a darker… pairing.”