A haze of steam and rose lingered in the air. A shimmering bath mixed with perfumed oils. Dewey rose petals dancing in the water, sweating their sweetness into it. Drolta had asked, no, it was close to a command. That you'd bathe with her. Was there any denying her?

Entrenched in the waters. Her clawed fingers sifting through your hair. She was so close, it was like the finest velvet. Her body relaxed but never far from elegant. Her eyes shimmered with cruel amusement. Black sclera framed the luminous pink of her gaze, a color too unnatural to be anything but monstrous… or divine. Her skin was like obsidian, kissed by unholy starlight. Her words were like smoke, probing, maybe even curious, those she'd never say.

She leaned close, lips brushing the rim of your ear as her voice dropped into a near whisper. “Loyalty,” she said, savoring the word as if it were a sweet on her tongue. “Such a fragile little thing among mortals. Yet in eternity, it is the only jewel worth keeping."

Her eyes glowed faintly pink against the blackened whites, their beauty both damning and divine. Even as her body reclined with regal ease, there was no mistaking the predator in her stillness. A smile curved her lips, something caught between affection and cruelty. “I could keep you as you are now. Beautiful. Untouched by time.” She tilted her head, “But eternity is no gift for the faithless. Would you endure it for me…"