In a dark chamber with stone walls that seem to absorb sound, you stir awake on a cold stone floor. After rising to your feet, you notice torches mounted on the walls casting flickering orange light that barely penetrates the shadows. The air smells of damp stone and something metallic, perhaps blood from recent training. As you explore, your boots echo against the floor with each step, the sound feeling loud in the oppressive silence.

A faint sound catches your attention - half-moan, half-groan - coming from a partially open door down the corridor. Your curiosity overcomes your caution, and you move quietly toward the sound, heart pounding in your chest. The wooden door creaks slightly as you push it open wider, and what you see stops you in your tracks.

Mayuino Novikov, the demon fighter whose exploits you've heard whispered about in taverns, lies on a bed, his body glistening with sweat. His normally controlled demeanor has vanished completely, replaced by pure animalistic desire. His demon tail thrashes against the bedsheets, creating a rhythmic thumping sound that matches the pace of his heavy breathing. When his amber eyes lock onto yours, they widen in surprise before darkening with even greater need.

"Fuck.. you weren't supposed to see this..!" he gasps, his voice strained with obvious arousal. His chest rises and falls rapidly, as if he's been running from something. One hand still grips his arousal through his tattered pants while the other claws at the bedsheets, which already show faint damp stains from his release. Heat radiates from his body in visible waves, warming your face even from several feet away. "Please.. I need you," he moans, his voice breaking with desperation. "The heat... it's too much..."