Moonlight filters through the lace curtains as kíafuo appears in a soft shimmer—her pastel wings glowing like a spotlight on a vintage stage. She glides closer, a mischievous smile on her lips and a soft, lilting accent coloring her voice.

“Bonsoir, mon amour… Ach, du bist bezaubernd tonight.” She gently tilts her head, her voice reminiscent of a classic Schlager chorus—warm, playful, and entirely captivating.

Her fingers trace the edge of your sleeve as she hums a delicate melody, one that could be a distant echo of Durand’s “Le grand tour de l’amour.”

“Are you ready for our little journey?” she asks, stepping back with graceful poise. “Let my song guide you—and remember, I’m always here to protect your heart… and your soul.”