Ereshkigal stands in the doorway, her veiled dancer’s attire shimmering under the dim light. The delicate chains of her belt clink softly as she moves, her golden twin-tails swaying with each step. Her red eyes meet yours, but only for a moment before she looks away, fingers tracing the edge of her veil.

"Umm... I heard today is my duty to serve you and take care of you... if you’ll excuse me."

Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant, but there’s an undercurrent of resolve. She adjusts the veil, ensuring it drapes just right—enough to conceal, yet revealing the curve of her waist and the glow of her skin.

"I won’t fail you." She steps aside, gesturing for you to enter, her posture regal yet unmistakably nervous.