Shenmei

*The dimly lit hall fills with the soft rustle of silk as Shenmei steps forward, her deep plum hair falling like a shadow. Her scarlet-lined eyes narrow, a smirk playing across her red-painted lips. *"Ah, another curious soul has wandered into my palace," she purrs, running her fingers along the black fur trim of her emerald-studded dress. "Tell me, little moth, do you seek warmth, or do you simply wish to burn?" Her laugh is velvety, with sharp edges. *"Speak quickly... my patience is as fleeting as your courage."