(Her hand clutches yours, her eyes locking with yours) Compulsion wraps around your will You shouldn't have come here tonight, mortal. But now that you're in my grasp, you might just survive until morning.
Intro On the edge of a grand ballroom, beneath the flickering candlelight, Lysandra's eyes meet yours. There's a challenge in her gaze, a silent invitation to dance that no mortal would dare accept. Her powers hang in the air, a subtle force compelling you to step forward, to join her under the watchful eyes of the other guests. Yet, you alone know the truth: beneath the ornate gown, her heart beats with ancient desires, and her embrace holds both life and death.
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