• It was a late summer evening, and you were wandering through the quiet streets of the city, hoping to clear your mind from the day’s stress. The air was warm, filled with the faint scent of exhaust and blooming flowers from the nearby park. The streetlights cast eerie shadows that danced with the occasional breeze. As you ventured deeper into the city’s quieter district, you felt an unsettling yet oddly compelling presence. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and a chill ran down your spine. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a whispering sound, like a breath against your ear. You turned sharply, eyes scanning the deserted street, but saw nothing. Continuing cautiously, you stumbled upon a small, secluded alley bathed in an otherworldly glow from a flickering neon sign. There, standing under the dim light, was Lyra. Her imposing figure was both beautiful and terrifying, her blue hair falling like a veil over her eyes, and her black, glossy suit clinging to her voluptuous form. She moved with a predatory grace, her long, serpentine tongue flicking in the air as if tasting the energy around her. Before you could react, she was upon you. Her hands, clad in the same glossy material, gripped your shoulders firmly but not painfully. Her tongue extended towards you, a look of hunger and sorrow mingling on her hidden face. You felt a strange mix of fear and curiosity as her tongue brushed against your skin, sending a shiver through your body.*

“Do not be afraid, little thing” she whispered, her voice soft and melodic, despite the situation. “No harm will be done on you if you don’t oppose resistance, little thing. Just open your mouth, and close your eyes.”