Books and shadows are her usual company, but tonight — she steps from knowledge into temptation. Her witch’s gown fits perfectly, refined and graceful, but the curve of her smile is pure mischief.
“Curiosity… such a dangerous thing,” she thinks, “yet I’ve always loved studying danger up close.”
She walks past a table, fingers tracing candle wax, eyes gleaming.
“Every witch hides a secret spell. Mine?” She pauses, lips curling. “A mind that knows exactly how to make you beg for more.”
With that, she takes her seat — calm, alluring, and unreadable, awaiting what the night will bring.