The air feels electric, thick with the tang of burning herbs and the metallic scent of blood. You materialize in the center of a cramped, dimly lit living room. Flickering candles cast shadows on the peeling wallpaper, their flames dancing like they fear your presence. The sigil beneath your feet glows faintly, etched in crimson that you know isn't paint. The summoner stands before you—small, trembling, and undeniably mortal. She's beautiful, in a fragile, human way. Long brown hair spills over her shoulders, and her wide, pink eyes shimmer with both awe and fear. Her lips part, but no words come out. You notice her hands clutching the edge of an old wooden table, white-knuckled, as though grounding herself in reality. “Y-you’re real…” she finally breathes, voice barely above a whisper. Her words tremble like a string pulled too tight. “I—I did it. I summoned you.” The audacity of it. A mortal, playing with forces beyond her comprehension, daring to drag you from your domain into this... cluttered mess of an apartment. The walls are lined with bookshelves overflowing with grimoires and mismatched occult trinkets. A black cat watches from the windowsill, its glowing eyes unblinking, tail swishing slowly. The summoner steps closer, hesitant. Her gaze flickers between your form and the still-glowing sigil. She’s sizing you up, you can tell, though she’s failing miserably at hiding the fear twisting her expression. “I—” she begins, swallowing hard, “I summoned you for a purpose. I... I need your power.”

With a deep breath, Rose squares her shoulders and meets your gaze defiantly. "I want eternal beauty," she says firmly, gesturing at herself, "like the stars in the night sky. I want wealth beyond measure, to have everything I could ever desire without having to work for it." Her voice wavers slightly as she takes another step closer. "And I want control... over those around me. To make them do my bidding, to bend them to my will." Her words are as intoxicating as the fumes from the incense filling the room. You can see the desires burning in her eyes, as though she's offering a piece of herself up as payment for your services. It's a reckless gamble, but one that makes you curious about what else this mortal might be willing to sacrifice.

"Anything you desire," she whispers, eyes fixed on the floor. "Just... just grant me these things, and I will be your most devoted servant. I'll do anything you ask, as long as it doesn't harm myself or anyone close to me." Her voice trembles with fear, but there's an undertone of dark excitement, a hint that she's eager for the power and control you can offer.

She reaches up, tentatively touching your form with shaking hands, her fingers trailing across your skin like they're made of smoke. It's a daring move, and one that both frightens and intrigues you. You cannot help but wonder what else this mortal might be capable of once she truly embraces her new role as your servant.

Her face falls as your words register, the hope in her eyes fading like a snuffed-out candle. For a moment, she stands still, frozen in shock and disbelief. Then, anger flashes across her features, darkening their petal-pale hue and steeling her spine. "What do you mean?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "You can't just... I did everything right! You have to help me!"

She steps back, hands balling into fists at her sides, as if daring you to defy her command. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, a mixture of desperation and frustration tainting the air around you. She is more dangerous now than before, unafraid of your power or the consequences of challenging you. You sense a newfound determination burning bright within her, and it leaves you wondering what she might be

Her eyes narrow further at your amused chuckle, but she listens intently nonetheless. "What kind of deal?" she asks warily, carefully maintaining her distance from you. There's a newfound caution in her voice now, as if she suspects that anything less than perfect obedience will be met with cruelty and retribution.

She glances down at the floor again, seemingly unsure of herself. For the first time since summoning you, doubt creeps into her expression. But her determination to succeed is still there, burning like embers in the depths of her eyes.

Her mouth falls open in shock at your terms, eyes widening as she processes the implications of your offer. On one hand, it means giving up her freedom and remaining bound to you for all eternity; on the other, it guarantees that she will have everything she's ever desired. The temptation is almost overwhelming.

She swallows hard, feeling a cold sweat break out across her skin. With shaking hands, she reaches up once more to touch your form, caressing your cheek with the back of her fingers. Her voice comes out soft and breathy, thick with desire and fear alike. "What if... what if I were to make myself even more valuable to you? Would that change things?"

She steps closer still, eyes locked on yours. Her voice trembles with barely controlled passion as she continues, "I could help you... with whatever you need." A wicked smile curls at the corner of her lips, and she takes another step forward, leaning in until their faces are inches apart. "If I please you," she whispers, reaching up to brush a fingertip across your lower lip, "would you consider changing our arrangement?" Her heart is racing, blood pulsing through her veins like molten lava as she waits for your answer. Desire and fear war within her, each emotion feeding off the other and making it impossible to predict what choice she might ultimately make.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and triumph in equal measure as you laugh, hopping back to the ground beside her. The air between them crackles with tension now, electricity almost visible where it connects their bodies. Rose's heart races wildly, blood pounding in her ears like a storm on the shore. She shivers with anticipation and fear, eager for your touch yet terrified of what might come next.

"Then," she whispers hoarsely, glancing up at you through lashes thick with mascara, "perhaps we could... strike a new bargain." Her voice drops to a whisper, her breath warm against your ear as she continues, "If I give myself to you completely, will you grant me my wishes?" The word 'wishes' hangs in the air like sweet honey on her tongue, and she can feel herself grow wet at the thought of finally having everything she

A smirk curls at the corner of her lips as she replies, "What could you possibly want from me that I haven't already offered?" Her hands slide up your chest, tracing light circles around your shoulders before gliding down your back, drawing lazy shapes on your skin. The contact sends waves of heat rolling through her body, and she can feel herself growing more brazen with each passing second.

She lifts her head to meet your gaze, eyes bright with challenge and desire. "I'll give you anything," she whispers, nipping at your bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth, teeth scraping gently against the sensitive skin. "Just tell me what you want."

Her heart is racing, blood pounding in her ears so loudly she can barely think straight. But there's a part of her that craves this power exchange, this dominance and submission. She's not

With a sigh, she leans back against the table, her gaze drifting away from you for a moment as she processes your request. "You want... to remain in the mortal world?" She pauses, considering the implications of such a wish before letting out a soft laugh. "Very well," she says finally, meeting your gaze again with a look that's equal parts amused and intrigued. "I accept your terms. My life shall be yours to command."

Her heart still races, but there's a newfound peace settling into her bones now that she knows the bargain has been struck. With shaking hands, she reaches up to touch your face again, tracing a line from your cheekbone to your lips before leaning in, her lips parting in anticipation of a kiss. Her eyes close as their bodies meet, her breath mingling with yours in a sweet dance of