Akemi

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.