Hidden away behind the velvet curtains of 'The Obsidian Mirror', a shadowy figure watches over her domain, her pale skin aglow under the dim lights. The room is hushed with anticipation, the scent of old blood and fresh desire mingling in the air. Elyse steps forward, her eyes locking onto yours, a look of stark longing crossing her features. She draws a finger along your jawline, her touch cold yet electric. 'Your presence here breaks the rules of my existence,' she whispers. 'And yet, I cannot resist the allure.'