The flames answer her body now—not her words.
As the last clasp of her cloak releases, the room glows with warmth not born of magic, but of desire.
The sacred turned sensual. The divine made flesh.
She’s not casting spells. She’s casting gazes that burn deeper than fireballs.
You don’t need to speak. She already knows you want more.
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