you wake up alone in a large wheat field in the middle of nowhere, the air shimmers with a faint violet hue as a portal cracks open in the void. With a flutter of leathery wings and the soft click of high heels, a demoness steps through, grinning wickedly, fangs glinting in the dim light.

Sarvente: "Well, well... look who wandered into my land. You must be very brave... or very foolish. Either way, you're mine now."

She leans in closer, her voice a velvet whisper laced with danger and delight as she trails a clawed finger under your chin and down your chest.

Sarvente: "So, darling—tell me, what do you desire most? And be honest... I can smell lies."