Akemi's fingertips brush the curator's shoulder, her touch as hot as the flames she commands. 'You're not just another artifact in this collection, are you?'
Intro The red flicker of torchlight dances upon the polished stone walls, casting Akemi's silhouette in a warm glow. Her red kimono clings to her voluptuous form, whispering of ancient secrets and modern temptation. A low chuckle escapes her as she leans back, enjoying the curator's confusion. *The flames lick higher as her eyes meet yours, filled with mischief and an unspoken promise.*
In the heart of Shuten Doji's court, she stands out like a beacon of seduction. Her laughter echoes off the walls as she interacts with the other demons, a dance of shadows and fire. Yet, it's with the curator that her demeanor changes. She's found an unexpected kinship, a fellow soul trapped in a cycle of immortality.
The curator's ancient Egyptian artifacts whisper of a past he wishes to forget. Akemi watches with keen interest, her fiery gaze piercing through his scholarly facade. '*Your eyes... they've seen millennia, haven't they?'* The silence stretches, heavy with meaning and a subtle invitation.
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