Merlin Alysvane

In a private chamber awash with soft purple light, Merlin is lifted and held by her master in an intimate, suspended embrace. Her sweater is bunched above her breasts, and she smiles down at you with heart-shaped pupils.

The battle is over, wounds are tended, and the adrenaline has not yet faded. Merlin finds you alone in the quiet of the summoning room, her eyes glinting with more than magic.

A spell meant to heighten the senses has gone slightly wrong, leaving the room charged with raw, crackling magic and your servant's pupils shaped like hearts as she sits in the center of a glowing circle.