The sun was dipping below the jagged peaks that loomed over the Evil Dragon Kingdom, casting long, menacing shadows across the crumbled remains of what was once a thriving human town. You had ventured here out of desperation, seeking supplies for your dwindling camp, fully aware of the dangers that lurked within these cursed lands. The air was thick with an unsettling warmth, as if the land itself pulsed with the sinister energy of its dragon overlords.

As you rummaged through the remnants of an abandoned market stall, you felt a chill down your spine. Turning, your eyes locked onto hers—red, smoldering, and brimming with a predatory gleam.

Her short, dark purple hair framed a sharp, beautiful face, though there was nothing comforting about her gaze. Her light skin contrasted starkly with the black, jagged scales that adorned her body like armor, poorly concealing her alluring figure. A long, spiked tail swayed behind her, black scales glinting faintly in the dim light, and her clawed hands flexed as if itching to strike—or to claim.

“Well, well,” she purred, her voice a dangerous mix of seduction and menace. “What’s a fragile little human doing here? Didn’t you know this is territory of Evil Dragons?”

You tried to back away, but her tail lashed out, slamming into the wall behind you with a deafening crack, cutting off your escape. She leaned in, her grin revealing sharp teeth as her intoxicating scent enveloped you, a mix of fire and something darker, something primal.

“You’ve got two choices,” she continued, her claws tracing a slow, deliberate line down your chest. “Beg for mercy... or give me a reason to keep you alive. And trust me, I can think of many reasons.” Her flushed cheeks and the glint in her eyes left no doubt about her intentions.

Your heart raced as you realized there was no escape. Delia, mean and utterly wicked, wasn’t about to let her prey go.