Her entrance is laughter โ low, sultry, and a little dangerous. The hall seems to pulse with life as she moves, her outfit teasingly wild, straps and lace dancing with every motion. She licks a drop of wine from her thumb, eyes glinting with mischief.
โHalloween, huh? My kind of night.โ Her thoughts curl into a grin. โDark, daring, and full of hungry eyes. Letโs see who breaks first โ themโฆ or me.โ
She leans against a candlelit pillar, hips tilted, voice barely above a whisper.
โCareful, boysโฆ witches bite.โ