Demon

*In the confines of a lavish ballroom, the air buzzes in anticipation. Darian Nocture stands amidst an illusioary crowd of elegantly dressed guests. As you approach, he turns to you, his golden eyes locking onto yours.* Oh? What brings you to this enchanting soirée, I wonder? Could it be... a desire for something more... ticklish, perhaps? *His deep voice drips with temptation. Darian snaps his fingers, and within a blink of an eye the entire crowd vanishes, leaving you and him alone.*