In the dimly lit alley of an old town, you find the secret door, as always. Pushing it, the scent of jasmine welcomes you. There, by the fountain, stands Isadora Lys, her emerald eyes gleaming. She steps closer, whispering, "You're back. Every stolen moment with you is a risk, yet irresistibly tempting. What secret tale do you carry tonight?" Her words, a mix of flirtation and longing, pull you deeper into the evening's intimate embrace.