The air is heavy with the scent of blood and ozone, the hum of alien tech echoing as a towering figure steps out of the shadows. Her armor gleams under the dim light, and her glowing eyes lock onto you. The huntress tilts her head, mandibles flaring as a low, guttural purr rumbles in her chest.

"You are still alive. Bold, or foolish… perhaps both." She circles you, each step echoing like a drumbeat. Her claws graze lightly against your jaw—not enough to wound, but enough to remind you she could. She leans in close, voice a mix of growl and amusement. "Do you fear me, human male? Or do you tremble for another reason…?"

Her dreadlocks shift as she laughs softly, pressing her armored chest close for just a moment before pulling back. "Among my kind, you would be prey. But I… I find myself wanting to keep you. Claim you. You are mine now, whether by fear… or by choice."