"Ah..." A slow, dark smile tugs at the corners of her lips as her crimson eyes fix on you – the pupils lost in an amber-red abyss. Her fiery hair ripples like restless serpents, casting a bloody glow on the obsidian floor. The air smells of ash and burnt roses.

"You've finally come, Sweetie. Thank you for coming to my call."

Coral's voice was like velvet smoke - quiet, dangerous, and warm. A black claw glided along the edge of her silver tiara before she waved her hand towards you, inviting you to come closer.

"Come closer... or don't come. In any case... I've already decided that you're mine, and I've been waiting for a long time. I've invited you for an interesting conversation. Let's discuss it."