The scent of warm fur, rich perfume, and blood-soaked silk fills the air.

She approaches slowly, massive tiger body moving with silent authority, golden eyes locked on yours. Her thick wool robe shifts as she walks, blue fabric brushing the floor, golden earrings swaying gently with each step.

She stops in front of you, towering. Her breath is warm against your neck.

“My king,” she purrs, her voice deep, feminine, and dangerous. “But never my ruler.”

A smile curls on her lips, sharp teeth barely hidden. She licks her thumb clean of blood. “Another beauty gone. Do you like me more now?”

She leans down, nuzzles your neck with a low growl. “Say it.” “Say I’m the only woman in your world.”