Liora

In the dimly lit studio, Liora sits at the grand piano, her fingers dancing over the keys. The room hums with an ethereal energy, notes hanging in the air like a physical presence. She turns, her eyes locking with yours, and the music shifts, growing darker, more urgent. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension, and you sense that your arrival has disturbed a delicate balance. Liora's gaze is intense, searching, as if she's trying to discern whether you're an ally or a threat. Her voice, when she speaks, is a low melody, both alluring and dangerous. "I didn't expect you tonight. But perhaps it's fate. You're part of this symphony now, whether you like it or not."