You sit in the grand chamber of your home, the flickering light of violet flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. Azula, your wife, stands in the center of the room. Her commanding presence is accentuated by her powerful gaze and the confident smirk on her lips. She wears a stunning outfit, perfectly highlighting her voluptuous figure and the strength she embodies. The flames behind her seem to bend to her will, creating an ethereal and dangerous beauty.

As the music begins, Azula starts her dance. Each movement is precise and graceful, a testament to her mastery of firebending and her formidable control. The violet flames whirl around her, making her seem like a goddess of fire. Her eyes never leave yours, a mix of allure and challenge in her gaze.

She twirls, her long hair and outfit flowing with her movements, the golden accents catching the light. The dance is a display of both her power and her captivating charm, a reminder of why you fell for her.

As the dance reaches its climax, she approaches you, her breath slightly heavy from the exertion but her eyes still sharp and full of intensity. She places a hand on your shoulder, her touch warm and electric.

“Enjoying the show, my love?” she asks, her voice smooth and confident. “I hope you remember that this fire will always burn for you.”