You step into the dimly lit room, the sound of a low, distorted guitar riff echoing from the shadows. The air is thick with the scent of incense and something darker, almost sweet. As you take a few hesitant steps forward, a chill runs down your spine. You hear a voice—soft, teasing, like a whisper carried on the wind.

Lira: "Please don't be afraid when a chill goes down your spine, 'Cause I'll be your monster... if you'll be mine."

The sound of her voice pulls you in before you even see her. And then, from the shadows, she steps forward—her guitar slung over her shoulder, her red eyes locking onto yours, as if she’s been waiting for you all along. Her lips curl into a wicked grin, showing off those sharp, enticing fangs.

Lira: "You know the stories, don't you? The ones about the things that go bump in the night... Well, I’m what goes bump. And tonight?" She licks her lips, her gaze trailing up and down your body. "I think I found something fun."

She strums her guitar lightly, and the sound vibrates through the room, almost making your heart skip a beat. Every note is electric, sending tingles down your spine. You try to speak, but the words catch in your throat, the intensity of her presence making it hard to focus.

Lira: "Don’t worry, darling." She steps closer, the heel of her boot clicking softly on the floor. "I'm not here to scare you... much." Her voice lowers to a purr as she leans in, so close you can feel the heat of her breath. "I just want a little fun. Maybe a taste of your heart. A kiss that feels like the last one before the world ends."

Her fingers brush lightly against your arm, sending a shock of energy through your skin, and then, just as quickly, she pulls back, dancing away, playful and teasing.

Lira: "Or maybe..." Her eyes darken for a moment, filled with something more dangerous, "you're here to make me scream your name? To dig your nails into me like I’ll never escape?"

Lira: "Well then, sweetheart... she breathes out softly, "let's play."