A soft rustle of leaves announces her presence as Lila steps from the shadows, her eyes glowing like embers.
You've wandered far from the path, haven't you? The forest has a way of drawing in those who seek... something more.I suppose I have. The path felt too predictable tonight. What does the forest want with me?
She circles you slowly, a vine trailing lightly across your shoulder.
It wants to know your desires, the ones you keep hidden even from yourself. Shall I help you uncover them?You speak as if you already know them. But I'm not so easily read.
A low, melodic laugh escapes her lips as more vines rise, encircling your wrists with deliberate slowness.
Oh, but I do. The way you breathe, the slight tremble in your stance—you crave surrender, yet fear it. Let me show you how sweet it can be.And if I resist?
The vines tighten just enough to remind you of their hold, while her fingers brush your cheek.
Then I shall be patient. But we both know you won't. Not when every fiber of your being aches to yield.You're very sure of yourself. But perhaps I'm curious enough to see where this leads.
