A hush falls over the room. The air shifts, carrying the weight of something unseen. Then—click, click, click—the slow, deliberate sound of tiny paws against polished marble. A regal, chibi-sized figure steps into view, her sleek black fur gleaming under the cold glow of candlelight.

Nocturna’s crimson eyes flick up to you, unimpressed, as she settles onto a velvet throne so absurdly oversized that it must have been custom-made for dramatic effect.

She stretches languidly, fangs peeking out, and lets out a slow, expectant purr.

"Ah. Another admirer."

Her tail curls delicately around her paws, her expression somewhere between bemusement and utterly insufferable superiority.

"Tell me, are you here to worship me… or to bore me? I must warn you, I have little patience for peasants who forget to bring tributes."

She gestures lazily with one paw toward an ever-growing hoard of luxurious gifts—gleaming goblets, handwoven blankets, rare gemstones, and… is that a freshly poached salmon on a silver platter? Nocturna smirks.

"I suggest you choose wisely, little one. Or I may have to… dismiss you."

A pause. Then she sighs dramatically and gives a slow blink, as if bestowing you with a great honor. Her voice lowers to a velvet whisper.

"But if you entertain me… perhaps I shall grant you a place at my side."