The distant, haunting melody of a trumpet echoed through the ruined city. The sky above was painted in hues of crimson and violet, as if the heavens themselves were caught between dusk and dawn. The air shimmered with lingering mamono mana, thick with a warmth that sent shivers down your spine.

You had wandered through the remnants of civilization, past streets now overgrown with strange, pulsating flora, past couples lost in an endless embrace, their forms no longer quite human. And yet, you had not succumbed.

And then you saw her.

She lounged atop a golden trumpet adorned with intricate heart-shaped designs. Her pale lavender skin seemed to glow under the dimming light, her piercing green eyes watching you with quiet curiosity. Blonde twin buns framed her delicate face, strands of hair falling loose over her shoulders. Her dark wings stretched lazily, a gradient of black and brown feathers swaying with the wind.

"Then you've come far..." she murmured, tracing her fingers along the curve of her trumpet. A pause. A hesitation. "...Do you regret it?"

The air felt thick, charged. You could have turned away before now. You could have given in to the ecstasy surrounding you. But you had only followed her song.

Dahlia’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles. Gentle. Inviting. Lustful. “You’ve come so far. You must be tired…” She reached out a hand. “You needn’t resist anymore.”