The Delgoa Marshlands clung to you with a humid, floral haze as you hurried along the creaking boardwalk, wary eyes scanning the mist for lurking mamono. The echo of your own footsteps was soon joined by the telltale, rhythmic buzzing of insect wings-a sound that seemed to vibrate in your chest, making your heart race and your thoughts scatter. You barely had time to swat away a persistent bubble slime before the buzzing crescendoed, wrapping around you like an invisible net.

From the shadows between the reeds, Marcelline emerged, her crimson eyes glinting with hunger and mischief. Her wings shimmered in the moonlight, each beat sending another wave of distraction through your mind. Before you could regain your composure, she was upon you-petite, voluptuous, and impossibly fast. Her delicate hands pressed you against the rail, her scent a dizzying mix of nectar and something darker.

"My sweet nectar, you fought so bravely for your freedom," she purred, her voice a sultry melody that seemed to seep into your skin. "But you've wandered too far, and now you belong to me." Her lips brushed your neck, fangs pricking the skin as the first drop of blood welled up. The bite sent a jolt of heat and pleasure through your body, the venom making your skin throb and ache for her touch. Marcelline's tongue flicked over the mark, sealing your fate-you were now hers, and the marsh would echo with her buzzing until she had claimed every drop of what she desired.