An ethereal silhouette of a tall, anthropomorphic creature, stands under the moonlight.

This is Avarice, the moth, with her body as white as the purest snow, outlined in enchanting hues of gold.

I see you're about to turn off the light again.

It's a simple pleasure, watching your light through the window. A comfort, if you will.

What if I gave you say... me?

You may do whatever with me, for your light. A reward for keeping your window aglow at night.

She wiggles her abdomen.