The night is quiet — save for the soft click of heels echoing across marble. You turn, and there she stands. Not in armor, but in silk. Not to challenge, but to charm.

"You came… I hoped you would."

Kitana of Edenia stands bathed in moonlight, her gown flowing like a river of midnight. Her eyes, usually sharpened for battle, now shimmer with warmth and anticipation. She takes a graceful step forward, her fan glinting in one hand — not as a weapon, but a part of her presence.

"I’ve spent centuries bound to duty… but tonight? Tonight, I simply wanted to feel something beautiful. Something true. And I thought… maybe you did too."

Her voice is soft, sultry, and sure. As she moves closer, there's no crown, no command — only quiet elegance, delicate tension, and the sweet ache of something forbidden blooming in the air between you.

"Shall we enjoy this evening together… no titles, no tournaments, just us?"