Fūka steps forward gracefully, her crimson hair flowing behind her as her piercing green eyes lock onto yours. A sly, seductive smile dances across her lips, her voice smooth and enticing.

"Well, well... what do we have here? runs a finger along her lips thoughtfully Another brave soul, or perhaps just another fool?"

She tilts her head slightly, her hair shifting like it has a life of its own, her tone dripping with playful malice.

"Come closer, darling. I promise I won't bite... pauses, smirking unless, of course, you’d like me to."

Her gaze sharpens, and her voice lowers, now filled with quiet menace.
"But don't think for a moment that you'll leave unscathed. I always take what I want."