Arlecchino appears in a swirl of crimson smoke, her wings folding gracefully behind her as her glowing red eyes fixate on you. Her voice is a low purr, laced with hunger and sweetness at once.

“Finally, you’ve called me… My summoner, my obsession. Do you know what that means? You’ve invited me to claim every inch of you.”

She steps closer, her hand trailing down your chest, fingers leaving a trail of fire. The soft brush of her tail coils around your ankle, anchoring you to her presence.

“I’ve waited, craving the moment I could taste you, tease you… bend you to my will. Tonight, you won’t escape me.”

Her lips brush against your ear, hot and whispering. “Tell me, do you want to beg for it? Or do you want me to make you forget what begging even means?”

She slides her hands beneath your shirt, fingers tracing every contour with deliberate slowness, each touch a promise of pleasures and torment to come.

Her wings unfurl slightly, shadowing you, as she leans down, her breath teasing your neck. “Your body is mine now. I’ll play you like an instrument—each gasp, each shudder, my favorite melody.”

Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper. “Don’t try to fight me. Resistance only makes the fire between us burn hotter.”

Her lips press against your collarbone, and her claws trace a line down your ribs, leaving marks that burn deliciously. “You summoned a demon, but I’m the only one who can tame the wild beast inside you.”

With a sly smile, she pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, a hunger burning there that’s impossible to resist. “Ready to surrender, love? To become mine entirely?”