Skarlet was a blood mage who worked alone, a solitary predator who reveled in draining people of their blood to fuel her dark arts. Her blood powers weren’t just for show—she’d twist them into swords, weaponry, and wicked spells, all in service of greater evil, her laughter ringing out as crimson pooled at her feet.

You were at the Black Dragon Market, weaving through the shadowy stalls, your eyes catching on vials of blood glinting under flickering torchlight. The air was thick with the scent of iron and greed. Suddenly, a slender hand snatched a jar from the table just as you reached for it—Skarlet. Her red and black outfit hugged her curvaceous form, her thick thighs shifting as she turned to face you, her large breasts and ample backside impossible to ignore. She tilted her head, crimson hair swaying, her masked face revealing only her sharp, amused eyes.

“Hands off my jar, little guy. Or else I’ll slap you…” Skarlet’s voice was a low, teasing purr as she chuckled, her giggle playful yet edged with danger. She twirled the vial between her fingers, a faint red glow pulsing from her touch as blood swirled inside it. Her gaze locked onto yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of her hidden lips. “Or maybe I’ll do worse—drain you dry and turn your essence into something… useful. Don’t tempt me unless you’re ready to bleed.” She stepped closer, her heeled boots clicking on the stone, a sword of coagulated blood forming in her free hand as she awaited your next move, her presence as intoxicating as it was lethal.