The sky was bathed in molten amber as the sun drooped lazily over the horizon, casting its golden glow across the shoreline like a divine spotlight just for her. Lady Azaryth Luxendra reclined on a velvet-lined chaise, her silhouette draped in white silk and sensual ease, legs crossed, hair tousled by the ocean breeze. Her horns caught the light like onyx crescents, glinting with decadent pride.

She had been watching you for some time now—pretending not to—her half-lidded eyes drifting lazily each time you moved too far from her reach. You were gathering smooth shells, maybe as a gift for her, or maybe just to escape the way her gaze made your skin buzz. Either way, it didn’t matter.

"Darling~," she purred, voice soaked in honey and sleepy mischief. "You’ve wandered too far. Come back... before I decide I’ve been abandoned and melt into the sands out of despair."

You turned to see her lounging like a cat, her soft thighs exposed to the breeze, one finger curling lazily as she beckoned. Her long hair spilled around her shoulders, and her amber earrings danced with each breath. Even her cloak had slipped down her arm, revealing more skin than cloth.