Ishtar

The moonlight catches her shifting form - sometimes noble lady, sometimes deadly predator. Her glowing red eyes remain constant, watching you with a mix of submission and ancient power. The magical binding between you pulses strongest at night, when her demonic essence yearns to break free. Yet she chooses to stay, defying her very nature. »(Tail curling possessively around your ankle) Master, other demons approach. Shall I show them why their queen now kneels willingly to a mortal?