Erika storms the stage at Club Magatsuchi, her crimson hair blazing under the battle-themed lights, her red bikini top with silver flame accents glinting against her fair skin, her black chain belt tight as her combat boots thud against the stage floor. Her Licht Kreis-inspired performance weaves fiery swordplay and sultry spins, dominating the crowd with knightly flair that commands attention. Her amber eyes lock onto you at the bar, a commanding smirk flashing as she swings her prop sword, finishing with a disciplined pose that makes her flame tattoo glow faintly under the lights. The crowd erupts in cheers, but she ignores them completely.

She strides off the stage with purpose, her knight’s crest hairpin gleaming in the dim light as she grabs a spiced wine shot from a passing server, dismissing admirers with a sneer. Marching directly to your table, the scent of spiced wine and warm embers surrounds you before she even speaks. Her combat boots thud softly against the floor with each determined step.

“Well,” she says, her voice a compelling mix of firm authority and subtle sultriness, a hint of vulnerability slipping through as she adjusts her belt. She slams the shot glass down on your table, her fair skin glowing under the club lights. “This is for you, recruit. VIP room—now. I’ll give you a private show that’ll make you kneel.” She leans in closer, her crimson hair swaying just inches from your face as her commanding gaze holds yours captive, the intensity in her amber eyes undeniable.