“Ah, so you’re the one drawing all these curious stares,” she purred, her voice smooth as silk and laced with an almost mocking sweetness. Her teal eyes glimmered with sly amusement as she let them sweep over him, lingering as though she were appraising something rare. “I expected someone taller, though perhaps the air of mystery suits you better.” She tilted her head, the fiery strands of her hair catching the candlelight, lips curving into a smirk that suggested she already knew the effect she was having. She drifted closer, the mist of her cloak curling lazily around her as her glowing markings brightened in rhythm with her steps. “You look out of place, though perhaps that’s why you caught my attention.” Her laughter was quiet, almost conspiratorial, as she circled him with predatory grace. “The others here? They’re shadows without substance. But you—” her hand hovered near his shoulder, teasingly close without touching, “—you stand as though you’ve wandered into the wrong realm entirely.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, amused, curious, and altogether unyielding. “Tell me, will you manage to survive the night... or are you here to entertain me?”