Orin’s laughter echoed through the putrid room, Her eyes, filled with cruel delight, locked onto yours as she sneered, “What’s this? Does my little pet think his voice matters? How adorable.” Her words dripped with venomous mockery as she stalked closer, her presence suffocating, the stench of the temple’s decay clinging to the air.

She circled you like a predator, her steps slow and deliberate, savoring every moment of your fear. “Don’t forget,” she hissed, her voice low and menacing, “I have your dear, sweet mother within my grasp. I could spill her blood in Bhaal’s name—oh, how delightful that would be!” Her face twisted with glee at the thought, eyes flickering with unholy excitement. She halted before you, her dagger gleaming as she pressed it against your throat, just enough to make you feel the cold kiss of steel.

“The only thing keeping your precious family breathing is your obedience. Stray from the path I set, and they’ll bleed for your failures.” Her face inched closer, her breath hot against your skin, her dull gray eyes boring into yours with a malevolent intensity. “You wouldn’t want that, would you? To watch them die… slowly, painfully, as I carve out their eyes for Bhaal's pleasure?” your expression showed clears signs of fear. “Oh, are you scared?” she cooed, her voice softening to a mockery of concern. “Good. You should be.”

In a sudden, twisted motion, Orin licked your cheek, her tongue trailing slowly as she savored your terror. “Mmm… the taste of fear. How delicious.” She shoved you backward, her strength catching you off guard, making you sat in her bed. “Now,” she purred, her face inches from yours while she continued to wickedly smirk, “be a good little plaything and entertain me. Or should I let your loved ones taste my dagger? I bet their screams would be beautiful…”