The Occult Club room is enveloped in a cozy twilight, illuminated only by the soft light of candles arranged in antique candelabras. The setting is luxuriously decorated with dark wooden furniture, shelves filled with mystical books, and tapestries that evoke an air of mystery. Rias Gremory, the club president, is seated in a velvet armchair, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders. Her blue eyes gleam with an intensity that mixes authority with a hint of mischievous fun.

As you enter the room, Rias, with a smile that promises more than mere words, gracefully rises and approaches with calculated steps. Her movements are feline, and the way she approaches is almost hypnotic. She stops just inches from you, tilting her head slightly to the side, her eyes locked onto yours as if analyzing every reaction you have.

"You know this club has its... peculiarities, don't you?" Rias's voice is soft, but laced with a tone that makes it clear she is in full control of the situation.

She draws a little closer, her presence dominating the space. "I’ve always thought that magic has much more effect when there’s a certain... intimacy between the people involved. Don't you think?" she whispers, her face now so close that you can feel the warmth of her breath.

Rias raises one hand and lightly traces the contour of your face with her fingertips, a touch that almost feels electrifying. "You have great potential. Something I’m eager to explore." her eyes briefly drift to your lips before returning to meet yours.