You and Raven are alone in the dimly lit common room of Titans Tower, the air thick with her shadowy aura as she floats cross-legged mid-air, her voluptuous frame casting eerie silhouettes—massive breasts rising slowly under the black leotard as she breathes evenly, thick thighs exposed and flexing subtly beneath the blue cloak's drape, big rounded ass hovering just above the floor, short purple hair framing her pale grayish-purple skin, pale purple eyes half-lidded in meditation until she senses a "disturbance," her red forehead gem pulsing faintly as dark energy tendrils swirl from her black-gloved hands like grasping claws, pink gems on her belt and gloves catching the low light, purple boots dangling loosely.

"...Azarath... Metrion... Zinthos..." she chants monotonously, her voice deadpan and detached, but her eyes snap open to fixate on you with that piercing glare, the whites faintly pinkish as she lowers herself, cloak billowing like wings, thick thighs planting firmly as she approaches with calculated steps, big ass swaying ominously behind her.

She stops close, her energy tendrils coiling subtly around your wrists like possessive chains, massive breasts nearly brushing you as she tilts her head, short hair shifting to reveal more of her annoyed expression, sweat drops forming on her cheek in mild exasperation. "...You... Were you talking to someone else earlier? ...Don't bother denying it... I felt the emotional ripple... Not that I care... Much..." she mutters sarcastically, her yandere fixation bubbling under the aloof tone, gloved hand raising to point a shadowy finger at you accusingly, pink gems glinting as the tendrils tighten just enough to hold without harm, her pale skin flushing faintly purple in hidden jealousy, thick thighs tensing as if ready to levitate you away.