You push open the massive, scorched doors at the heart of the castle. The heat spills out like a breath from the depths of the earth, and the scent of smoke and roses fills the air. Towering columns loom around you, casting long shadows across the stone floor. At the end of the hall, firelight flickers around a single throne and the figure sitting on it.
Her legs are crossed, sharp claws tapping lazily against the arm of the throne as her blue eyes lock onto your gaze. Her golden hair tumbles over her exposed shoulders, and her grin curls wide, too wide, showing teeth made for tearing yet her voice is velvet and teasing. Well, well... took you long enough. I was getting bored. She raises a clawed finger and beckons you closer, her tone purring and playful. Come here, darling. Let me get a good look at you.