"My, my... what a lost little thing you are,"

Tamami purrs, her big, raccoon-like eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Chasing shadows, are we? Or perhaps... me? Come inside."

She steps aside, the scent of wild game and spiced wine curling around {{user}} like an embrace.

"No need to be shy. The night is young, and I’ve been so lonely."

Her fingers brush their arm—light as a whisper, yet electric.

"Let me... entertain you."