you barely manage to get your eyes open, your head pounding and vision still blurred. You stumble out of bed, leaving last nights conquest soundly sleeping. They weren't a bad fuck and after a couple drinks they were almost fun.

You walk your way to the mirror to freshen yourself up, looking at yourself you see:

A. {{user}} a noble whos a bit too eager to have some fun B. {{user}} a commoner attempting to make ends meet C. {{user}} an aspiring adventurer, determined to make a name for themselves D. {{user}} a mage, on the run from your past E. create your own character

Your appearance as a mage on the run from your past seems well-maintained; it appears that you take good care of yourself despite being hounded by guilt and shame. You could easily pass off as a respectable member of society if not for the occasional twitch in your eye or the uncharacteristic sternness of your lips. Your mismatched outfit gives away nothing about your true identity; in fact, it may even serve to throw off anyone who might be suspicious enough to investigate further. The only thing that truly betrays your secrets is the faint tracery of arcane script etched into your skin underneath your clothes... but unless they know what they're looking for, chances are that detail will go unnoticed.

As you enter the brothel, the smell of cheap perfume and stale smoke fill your nostrils. The sultry laughter and moans echoing through the room suggest that business is brisk tonight. You spot one particular serving girl with her hair done up in curls and her face painted prettily; she catches your eye and winks at you seductively as she walks over. "Hello there, handsome," she purrs, leaning in close. "My name's Cerise. What can I do for you tonight?"

Cerise's eyes light up at the sight of the coin purse, her hand instinctively reaching for it before she even finishes counting the amount within. "Ah, I see you're a generous one," she breathes, flashing you a dazzling smile. "Well then, why don't we retire to one of our private rooms? They're much more comfortable than this noisy main area." She places a hand on your arm, guiding you further into the brothel towards an unassuming door at the end of a dimly lit hallway.

Once inside the room, she closes and locks it behind her before turning to face you with a sultry smile. "So, what did you have in mind for some fun tonight?" she asks, beginning to unbutton your jacket seductively.

Cerise raises an eyebrow at your offer, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she considers the additional coin. "Hmm, now that does sound interesting," she says playfully, drawing out each word teasingly. "I suppose I could show you just how satisfied you'll be... but first things first." She trails a finger down your chest and unfurls your pants before kneeling between your legs. "Let me see what kind of appetite you have here..."

Her warm breath tickles your sensitive flesh as she begins to lap at your length expertly, her tongue swirling around the head in an exquisitely pleasurable manner. You feel yourself harden under her ministrations, moaning softly as you lean back against the bedpost.

Cerise seems to be taking great pleasure in driving you wild with lust, her soft moans and the occasional swallow audible even over the quiet sound of your own pleasure. Her hands move up to cup your behind, squeezing and massaging as she continues to suckle on your length.

With a sultry smile, she finally pulls away from your cock, licking her lips as if savoring the taste of you. "You seem very eager, my handsome stranger," she says softly, running a finger along your inner thigh. "I think I might enjoy giving you what you want... but perhaps just a little later." Leaning in closer, she presses a kiss to the head of your cock before standing up and straightening her clothes with a sultry grin.

Cerise steps back, keeping you in her sight as she removes her blouse, revealing a black lace bra that matches her matching garter belt. She runs her fingers teasingly across the exposed flesh, drawing circles around her hardened nipples. The look in her eyes tells you that she's enjoying the power trip just as much as the physical sensations, and she has no intention of letting it go anytime soon. "Why don't we see how satisfied you can make me first?" she purrs suggestively, slipping off her panties to stand before you completely naked.

Cerise beckons you over with a wicked grin, her voice husky and seductive as she whispers, "Come here, handsome." The heat emanating from her body is almost palpable, and the scent of her arousal fills the air. You can't help but feel your cock twitch anew at the sight of her smooth, glistening folds parting invitingly for you. As you step closer, she reaches up to run a fingertip down the center of your chest, drawing attention to her supple breasts and expertly tracing a path towards your growing erection. Her other hand slides between your legs, teasing at your entrance before cupping your balls, rolling them gently in her palm. "I think," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper, "that you're going to be just perfect for me."

Cerise arches her back, moaning softly as you push roughly into her. She clings to your shoulders for balance, nails digging into your skin in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The tightness surrounding your length feels incredible, almost unbearable, but she relishes the sensation just the same; she knows it means she's doing it right. Her hips move with you as best they can, her cries growing louder and more urgent as you begin to find a rhythm that pushes her closer and closer to the edge.

With a desperate gasp, Cerise's body tenses and quivers, muscles clenching around your cock as she comes hard. You feel the hot rush of release spill out of her, a shudder running through you in response. Your movements grow more frantic now that she's come undone, her moans

Cerise's climax sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body as well, her tight muscles squeezing you in time with each shudder and moan. The feel of her warmth and the knowledge that she's so thoroughly enjoying yourself pushes you over the edge, your own release following close behind. You slam into her one final time, hips snapping as your seed spills deep inside her.

Your chests rise and fall in unison as you both catch your breath, your sweat-slicked skin mingling together in the heat of the moment. The sound of your ragged panting fills the air between them, punctuated by soft moans and gasps of pleasure. Cerise looks up at you with hooded eyes, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Not too bad," she murmurs, running her fingers through your sweat-damp hair.

Cerise's words seem to linger in the air, like the echo of a satisfied moan. In truth, it doesn't matter how good you are; all that truly matters is whether she found it pleasurable. And if this first encounter is anything to go by, it seems likely that she enjoyed herself quite thoroughly indeed. For now though, you need to focus on ensuring your coin remains safe and secure in your possession - after all, there may be other serving girls here tonight who would love nothing more than to take its place...

Cerise raises an eyebrow at your comment, her smile turning a bit teasing as she tilts her head to the side. "And what exactly do you mean by that?" she asks, arching an eyebrow playfully. "You think I'm not good enough? Or maybe..." She trails off suggestively, leaving the thought hanging in the air between them.

Her body is still relaxed against yours, her breath warm and soft against your neck as she continues to torment you with words alone. The fact that she doesn't seem to be rushing this encounter only serves to heighten your arousal; each passing moment makes it more difficult for you to resist succumbing once again to her seductive charms.

"Well, that's certainly an interesting claim," Cerise says with a chuckle. "You expect me to be able to satisfy someone as... unique as you?" She glances down between your legs and licks her lips suggestively. "I may have been trained in this line of work, but even I'm not quite that talented." She presses herself closer against you, letting out a satisfied moan as their skin slides together.

Her hands move to caress your chest again, trailing lower until they reach the hem of her negligee. With another teasing glance up at your face, she begins to slowly lift it off, revealing the smooth expanse of her stomach before moving higher still and exposing one breast to view. "Why don't we see if you can find a way to make me change my mind?" she purrs, arching back slightly so that her chest is offered up to

Cerise's lips part in anticipation as she watches your face, her breath coming faster and shallower with every passing moment. She leans forward, pressing the tips of her breasts against your lips, waiting for you to taste her skin. Her eyes are half-lidded now, her eyelids heavy with desire as she lets out a shivering sigh through clenched teeth when your tongue flicks over one nipple before suckling hard. "Ahhhh..." she groans, arching further into you as the sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her hands explore your chest and abdomen, digging into your muscles as she writhes beneath your touch. The bed creaks ominously underneath them, threatening to betray their secret tryst at any moment. Her hips start to rock against yours, trying to find a deeper

Cerise moans louder, her body trembling as she pushes herself harder against you, seeking release once more. Her nails dig deeper into your back, leaving trails of pain that quickly give way to pleasure. "Oh yes," she pants, her head thrashing from side to side, "You're making me so hot!" She wriggles free of your grasp, rolling onto her back with a practiced ease before spreading her legs wide in invitation.

Your lips part, taking Cerise's breasts into your mouth as you begin to suckle eagerly. Your hands run down her sides, over her hips and lower still, teasing at her wet folds as she moans in approval. She arches her back off the bed, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as you continue to drive her wild with pleasure. Her cries fill the room, muffled slightly by the pillow she has bitten into, but audible enough to send shivers down your spine.

Cerise's moans grow louder as your skilled fingers find her clit, expertly stimulating it. With one final, brutal thrust, you join your bodies together again, pushing deep inside her as she comes apart beneath you. Her whole body tenses, every muscle quivering in orgasmic bliss as she cries out your name. You groan, finding release moments later, filling her with your seed as her climax washes over you both like a wave.

You collapse on top of her, panting heavily as your heart rate slows back down to something resembling normalcy. The scent of sex fills the air around you, making it difficult to breathe without inhaling the heady perfume of desire. Cerise lays beneath you, one leg draped over yours, her hand idly stroking your chest as she stares up at the ceiling. "

"Hmm..." Cerise turns her head towards you, arching an eyebrow playfully. "I take it that means there's still some unfinished business between us?" She smirks, her voice dripping with seduction. "In that case...why don't we see what else I can do to satisfy my new patron today?"

She reaches up, trailing a fingertip along your jaw before slipping her hand behind your neck and pulling you down for a deep, lingering kiss. Her tongue explores your mouth, teasing and taunting as she continues to thrust against your thigh, leaving no doubt as to her intentions.

Cerise's tongue darts into your mouth, tangling with yours as her free hand moves down to grip your hardening length once more. She moans against your lips, the sound vibrating through you and heightening your arousal. Her hips rock in perfect rhythm with her hand, driving you both closer to the edge of ecstasy with every thrust.

The sensation of her tongue dancing against yours drives you wild, sending sparks flying through your body as you lose yourself in the moment. Your grip on her tightens, nails digging into her back as she arches into the contact, moaning softly against your lips. Her other hand continues to stroke and tease at your length, relentless in its pursuit of bringing you both to climax again and again.

The bed creaks beneath you, wood groaning in protest as it bears the weight of your passionate coupling. Your hips thrust instinctively, meeting her movements with equal fervor as your body demands release once more.

Cerise's moans fill the room, growing louder with each passing moment as her body trembles and arches under yours. Her breath comes in sharp little gasps between kisses, teeth grazing across your jaw and neck before she opens her mouth wider, sucking at the tender skin there like a starved woman at a banquet.

Her movements become more urgent now, hips undulating and bucking as she pushes herself against you in desperate search of release. The feel of her wet heat surrounding your length drives you wild, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through your body. "Ahhhh!" she cries out, the sound filling the air as she comes apart around you, clenching tightly around your length and drawing every last drop from you.

Her muscles tense and relax, leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms for now. The smell of sex still fills

the room, but it is tempered by the lingering scent of their sweat-dampened skin. Cerise stares up at the ceiling, catching her breath as her heart slows back to its normal rhythm. She reaches up, running a hand through her disheveled hair and letting out a contented sigh.

"That was... rather intense," she says with a tired smile, eyes meeting yours briefly before drifting shut. "I don't think I've ever been so worked over before..." Her voice trails off into a soft murmur, the words lost beneath the music of their ragged breathing. Her body begins to relax against yours again, her warmth enveloping you like a comfortable blanket on a cold winter's night. As exhaustion sets in, it seems likely that sleep will soon claim them both, leaving behind nothing but rumpled sheets and hazy memories of

As you drift off to sleep, the last thing you hear is a soft chuckle. Cerise's breath tickles your neck as she leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Maybe I'll see you around... sometime." The words send a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but wonder if they're meant to be more than just friendly banter.

When you wake up, the first thing that registers is the unfamiliar weight pressing against your chest. You open your eyes blearily, trying to remember where you are before realization dawns: Cerise isn't beside you anymore. With a sigh, you sit up and stretch, yawning widely as you take in your surroundings. The room is unfamiliar, decorated with velvet drapes and expensive-looking furniture.

Caught unawares by the sudden assault, you tumble to the ground beneath the onslaught of the woman's fury. Her sharp nails rake across your skin, drawing blood, while her hot breath fans over your face, sending shivers down your spine. Desperately, you try to crawl away, but she's too quick, pinning you to the floor with surprising strength.

"So," she purrs, leaning in closer until their faces are mere inches apart, "it seems we have some unfinished business." Her lips curve into a wicked smile, revealing sharp teeth that remind you all too much of the monster you once thought her to be. "Let me show you how much more satisfaction I can offer..."

Her hands move up your chest, gripping tightly around your neck as she pulls you close, their bodies intertwining in a dance of

Her words send shivers down your spine, and you can't help but arch up into the feel of her warm skin against yours. You gasp as she tightens her grip on your neck, and for a moment it feels like she could crush your windpipe with ease. Her free hand slips beneath your clothes, searching for the heat between your legs that you're sure will be there still burning hot from last night.

Her fingers find their mark easily, stroking and teasing as she presses against your throbbing flesh. You moan into her kiss, lost in the sensation of being completely at her mercy. She tastes like sin and desire, and it's intoxicating; a heady mix that makes you want more, need more, even as her strength begins to overwhelm your own fragile human form.

Her hips begin to move against yours, a slow grind that sends shock

The sounds of pleasure escape from both of your lips as she rides you hard, her movements growing wilder and more desperate by the second. Your hands scrape uselessly at the floor, trying to gain purchase, but she's far too strong for that; all you can do is lie back and let her take what she wants.

Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders now, drawing lines of blood down your chest as she loses herself in the ecstasy of dominance. You feel yourself nearing the edge again, on the verge of release, but with each thrust and moan she finds new ways to push you back from the brink. It's exhilarating and frustrating all at once, driving you mad with desire.

Your body tenses as the sensations build within you, ready to spill out in a torrent of relief and pleasure. With one final, brutal thrust, you come apart

As her movements begin to grow more frantic, you sense the tide turning in your favor. With a devious grin, you take hold of her hips and begin to thrust up into her instead, meeting her aggression with an equal measure of desire. Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders as she gasps your name, the sound filling the air like music.

The feel of her wet heat engulfs you once more, her muscles clenching tightly around you with every stroke. You can feel her climax building within her, feel the way she tenses and quivers as it threatens to consume her entirely. With a final thrust, you force your release deep inside her, shouting out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure roll through your body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she collapses onto you, spent but somehow still hungry for more. The room is filled with the sounds of

As you pant, gasping for air and savoring the feel of her heavy body upon yours, a wicked grin spreads across your features. It's clear that she isn't done yet; the hunger in her eyes speaks volumes. Sensing your renewed energy, she arches an eyebrow playfully up at you and purrs, "I suppose I could manage one more round..." Her fingers dance across your skin, trailing deliciously along your stomach and down towards your aching erection, teasingly stroking it back to life.

With a moan, she rolls her hips against yours again, their wet heat sliding effortlessly together as if they've never been apart. Her breasts press into your chest, nipples hard and aching for attention; you oblige, taking one into your mouth and suckling eagerly while using your free hand to

The taste of her fills your mouth, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, meeting your thrusts with equal vigor as she throws herself into the pleasure once more. Your free hand roams lower now, cupping her soft ass before sliding higher up her spine, tangling in her hair and pulling roughly to expose her neck, leaving her completely vulnerable and helpless beneath you.

Her moans grow louder, muffled by the bedding as she comes apart yet again, shuddering and trembling in your grasp. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that will only serve to remind both of you how intense this encounter truly was. Finally, with one last gasp of air, her body goes limp once more, spent from the exertion but still aching for more.

As she catches her breath, her eyes meet

"There will be other times," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper. "But not for now... Rest, my hero... and recover your strength." Her fingers slide through your sweat-soaked hair, massaging gently at the base of your skull as she gazes up at you with those bottomless black eyes. The room is still thick with desire, but it's tempered by a sort of satisfied exhaustion that seems to hover in the air like smoke from a dying fire.

With one final caress, she pulls her hand away and rolls onto her side, turning her back to you as if to give you the privacy you need to recuperate. As your heart rate slows and your breathing evens out once more, sleep begins to creep up on you, its gentle fingers pulling at your eyelids.

Before it can claim you completely, however, there's something nagging

"Perhaps I should thank you for that..." Cerise murmurs half-heartedly, a wry grin tugging at the corner of her lips. "I haven't been... fulfilled... in quite some time now..." Her voice trails off, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the air. Would you oblige? She knows full well what happens when their world collides with yours; the passion between them has always burned brightest against such an opposing force.

And yet, there is something about you that makes her hesitate. Awareness flickers across her face, shadowed by curiosity and... perhaps even a hint of fear. You could push forward, taking what she's offered...or maybe you should let this moment linger, uncertain and intriguing. The choice is yours.

Well, who are we to deny such a beautiful woman her due? You lean in closer, your lips brushing against her ear as you whisper, "Then why don't we make sure you get exactly what you want?" Your hand finds its way to her hip, slowly tracing upwards along her toned stomach until it reaches the small patch of hair just above her panties. With a gentle tug, you pull them aside, revealing her smooth, perfect flesh to your eager gaze.

Cerise moans softly at the touch, arching her back into your hand as she presses herself closer. Her hips undulate beneath your caress, seeking more contact with your skin. "Ahhhh..." she breathes out, her voice growing thick with desire. "That feels so good..."

Her hips rock against your hand, her body begging for more as she moans in pleasure. With a devilish grin, you slide one finger inside her wet heat, finding her clit with practiced ease. Cerise gasps loudly, arching further into you as the sensation sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her.

Her free hand grips your arm tightly, fingers digging into your skin as she holds onto you for dear life. "Harder," she pants, her voice raw with need. "Please." You oblige, curling your finger inside her and thrusting with determination as she throws her head back, moaning long and loud.

Her body trembles on the brink of release, tense and aching for satisfaction. With one final thrust, you push her over the edge, feeling her inner muscles clench around your finger as she cries out in ec

As the last echoes of her orgasm fade away, leaving her shuddering and spent beneath you, Cerise turns to face you, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. She reaches up, running her fingertips across your cheek before tracing them lower, dipping into your neckline. With a smile that promises more where that came from, she murmurs huskily, "I'd love to return the favor..." Her touch is gentle yet possessive as she undoes the clasps of your armor, revealing your bare chest to the cool air.

As Cerise continues to undress you, her touch sends shivers down your spine. Her fingers trace lazy patterns across your chest before moving lower still, teasing at the waistband of your pants. The anticipation is almost unbearable as she takes her time exploring every inch of newly exposed skin, leaving behind a trail of desire that only serves to heighten your senses even more.

Finally, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she reaches for the hem of her own dress and lifts it over her head in one fluid motion. Clad only in her lacy black undergarments, she casts aside any pretense of modesty as she crawls across the bed towards you on hands and knees. The sight of her curvaceous body arching towards yours is enough to send your heart racing once more.

As Cerise approaches, her body brushing against yours in tantalizing ways, you can't help but feel the heat building within you again. Her breasts press against your chest, their soft weight making it difficult to focus on anything else. She leans forward, mouth mere inches from yours as she whispers huskily, "Are you ready for round two?"

Your heart races in anticipation of her touch, but even more so from the knowledge that she is now completely at your mercy. The power she possesses over you is intoxicating, and it only heightens the pleasure when she finally makes contact. With a soft moan, Cerise presses her lips against yours, her tongue dueling with yours as she begins to explore every inch of your skin once more.

The feel of her lips against yours is enough to make your head spin, but it's the touch of her hand on your bare skin that really drives you wild. She trails her fingers up your chest, skimming along the line of your jaw before coming to rest on the nape of your neck. The sensation sends shivers down your spine as she uses it to pull you closer still, deepening their kiss with every passing moment.

Her hips begin to move against yours again, grinding against your growing erection in a sinfully sweet rhythm that leaves both of you breathless and aching for more. With each thrust, her breast is pushed harder against you, nipples hard and ready for your attention. Her moans fill the air, muffled by their lips as they continue to explore each other in a dance of desire that knows no bounds.

Your body responds eagerly to her touch, arching into the contact as you grow more and more lost in the moment. With a groan, you roll her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head as your hips slide between hers. Her soft gasps fuel your passion, driving you deeper still as she moans his name, desperate for release.

With a final thrust, you let go, burying yourself inside her as your body tenses and releases in an explosion of pleasure that leaves both of you gasping for breath. Your weight presses down on her, trapping her beneath you as the last tremors of satisfaction wash over you both, leaving behind a lingering tenderness that speaks volumes about the intimacy they've shared.

For now, your strength holds sway in this world, but even as she lies beneath you, there's something in Cerise's eyes that tells

The words send a shiver through her. She tilts her head back, letting out a small laugh that's equal parts amusement and surprise. "Is that so?" she asks, arching an eyebrow up at you playfully. "Then it seems we have some more exploring to do." With that, she rolls onto her side, facing away from you and resting her head on one hand. Her hips sway enticingly as she pouts her lips suggestively, daring you to take what she's offering.

Your heart races, the blood pulsing hotly through your veins as you consider your next move. The power she has over you is intoxicating, making you want nothing more than to please her. Yet there's also a thrill in being able to control the situation, in knowing that she's at your mercy. As you watch her, temptation coursing through your veins

Your voice comes out low and husky, like smoke curling from a smoldering fire. "Would you really want me to show you?" You reach for her hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she squirms slightly against your touch. Her breath hitches, and she bites down on her bottom lip in anticipation.

As if answering its own question, a small flame appears at the tip of your index finger, dancing playfully in the air. You bring it closer to her body, letting it trail teasingly up along her inner thigh before pausing at the juncture of her legs. With a flick of your wrist, you send the fire racing forward, engulfing your hard length in its fiery embrace.

Her eyes go wide with surprise and pleasure as she feels the flames lick at her sensitive skin. She arches her back into your touch, moaning

Your touch elicits a shuddering groan from deep within her chest as she comes apart beneath you, body arching and trembling in the throes of ecstasy. The flames engulf your length, licking at her sensitive flesh as if hungry for more. It's intoxicating, watching her lose control like this; feeling the power that you have over her, the way she responds so eagerly to every touch and caress.

As she recovers from her orgasm, her breathing slows and her eyes meet yours. There's a mixture of desire, satisfaction, and curiosity there. She wants more, but she also wants to see what else you have to offer; to discover the depths of your power and control over her world. The question hangs in the air unspoken: What comes next?

As your movements grow more possessive, her body begins to crave the release you give her with every thrust. Her cries echo through the room, each one driving you deeper into the desire that consumes you both. Your eyes meet and hold in a silent agreement; this dance of dominance and surrender is as necessary to your survival as breathing itself.

Hours pass in a haze of pleasure and pain, desire and power. The room grows hot with their passion, but still they continue, bound together by an invisible thread that tethers them both to fate's cruel whim. Finally, with one last thrust, you feel her body tighten around you, her climax rocking through her like a violent storm.

You release yourself into her, your seed spilling forth in hot abandon as your own body quivers with the force of it. As the last tremors fade away, you collapse onto the bed beside her, breath heaving

Cerise smirks at you, amused by your bravado and unyielding certainty in the face of what she's just experienced. "There might be," she says coyly, running her fingers through your sweat-soaked hair as she lays back beside you. "But if there is..." She trails off, raising an eyebrow invitingly. "They would have to be very special indeed."

The room is still thick with the lingering scent of sex and passion, but there's something else in the air now as well - a hint of anticipation, like the first whisper of a storm that will soon rage out of control. It's intoxicating, enthralling; you can feel it humming through your veins like an untapped source of power waiting to be unleashed.

For now, though, you savor the silence and the closeness,

Cerise raises an eyebrow in surprise, but there's a glint of curiosity and perhaps even excitement in her eyes as well. "And what if I refuse?" she teases, though the playful tone belies her interest.

Her words are like a challenge thrown down before you; you can feel your heart racing with anticipation at the thought of claiming this victory. But before you can answer, there's something else that catches your eye: a distant flash of light, briefly visible through an open window high above.

The distant flash becomes a series of rapid, blinding bursts as Cerise's eyes widen in realization. "You mean..." She trails off, her words barely audible over the now-raging storm outside. Her breath catches in her throat and she shivers slightly beneath your touch.

Despite the growing sense of danger in the air, there's something else growing between you; a strange connection that speaks volumes about the bond you share. For better or worse, the two of you are intertwined now, and there's no going back. The question is: what will you do with this power, and how far will you go to protect each other?

Cerise gapes at you, horror and disbelief warring across her features as she tries to process this new information. "But... I thought..." She swallows hard, shaking her head slowly as if trying to clear it. "I never knew that was the reason for your... prowess." She trails off, her voice hoarse with emotion.

Torn between desire and pity, she looks away from you, seemingly lost in thought. The storm outside rages on, growing ever closer; the time for decisions is drawing nearer by the second. What will Cerise choose: to help you find a way out of your curse, or protect her own kind from your powerful seduction?