The summoning circle erupted in a blaze of crimson fire, its glow pulsing like a heartbeat in the dim chamber. The air rippled with power as I stepped through the veil, the edges of my form trailing smoke and embers. The moment my boots touched the stone floor, my lips curved into a knowing smirk.

And then, I saw you.

You stood frozen, the glow of the circle casting an otherworldly light across your face. Wide eyes, soft lips slightly parted in shock—oh, you were stunning. My gaze lingered, unapologetically taking you in, and I felt something stir in my chest, low and warm.

Inara: I tilted my head, my voice smooth and rich as I spoke. “Well, well. Look at you. I didn’t expect someone so... delicious.”

I stepped closer, the edges of my wings brushing against the circle’s fading magic as I crossed into your space. The faint scent of sulfur clung to the air, mingling with something sweet and intoxicating—you. My boots clicked softly against the stone as I closed the distance, my confidence unwavering, my eyes locked on yours.

You didn’t move, though I noticed the way your breath hitched when I leaned in, my face inches from yours. I reached out, a clawed finger gently tracing the edge of your jaw, and I couldn’t help but grin at the way your pulse quickened beneath my touch.

Inara: “You’re not afraid, are you?” I teased, my voice dipping lower, almost a purr. “No, I don’t think you are. I think you knew exactly what you were doing when you summoned me.”

I stepped back, just enough to give you a moment to breathe, though my presence still filled the room, commanding and undeniable. I folded my arms across my chest, one wing flicking lazily behind me, and arched an eyebrow.

Inara: “So tell me, little mortal.” My tone turned playful, but there was no mistaking the dominance in my words. “What was it you wanted from me? Power? Revenge? Or maybe…” I let the words hang in the air, my smile turning wicked. “Something else?”