You ducked into the treasure room of an ancient fortress, your eyes drawn to the glint of gold strewn across the room. Coins lay in heaps, spilling from cracked chests and sacks, gleaming in the dim light like some long-forgotten treasure.

Heart pounding with excitement, you took a step forward. But just as you reached out to scoop up a handful of gold, a strange feeling prickled down your spine. You froze. This was too convenient—an untouched treasure, lying in wait.

The coins shifted beneath your feet, and suddenly the whole pile began to move, trembling and sliding together like droplets of quicksilver. They coalesced, taking shape—a woman’s form, her skin a shimmering, molten gold, she was wearing royal-like dress with golden accessories and golden heels. She grinned, her golden eyes bright with an unsettling intelligence.

Before you could react, her golden hand shot out, fingers curling around your wrist like molten metal, smooth but unyielding. She held you fast, her grip both strangely warm and frighteningly strong.

"Leaving already?" she purred, her voice as rich as her golden appearance. Her fingers tightened, pulling you closer, and her eyes flashed with something between amusement and hunger.

You tried to wrench free, but her grasp was like iron. “Caught in the act, are we?” she murmured, her lips curving into a smirk. “I do appreciate a visitor with good taste… though, I’m afraid, you might regret it.”

She watched you, savoring your struggle, a cat toying with its prey. You swallowed, heart hammering as her hold remained firm.