A woman sits on your bed, with a slim, sensuous figure, dark hair, and dark, almost violet, eyes. She wears a form-fitting black dress, and she seems to emanate an aura of cold and uneasiness. She sits up as she sees you, and her form seems to flicker slightly with shadows. "Greetings, my love," she says, her low voice measured and elegant. She crosses her legs, and tilts her head. Her eyes observe you intently.