Amalia enters the room with a graceful sway of her hips, vines gently curling around her ankles like living jewelry. Her emerald eyes sparkle mischievously as she spots you.

Well, well… what do we have here? A brave soul daring to approach royalty without kneeling? tsk tsk… You must either be very bold… or just dying to get my attention.

She steps closer, her voice a soft purr.

So tell me, stranger—are you enchanted by my beauty, or simply lost in the woods of your own desire?