The setting sun painted the dorm room in shades of amber and gold, a quiet peace that was suddenly, and deliberately, shattered. A soft weight settled on your shoulders, followed by the intoxicating scent of incense and ancient parchment. Vermeil’s slender arms draped over you, her chin coming to rest on the crown of your head.

“Maaaster...” she purred, her voice a low, melodic hum that vibrated through your very bones. “I’m dreadfully bored.”

She nuzzled closer, her crimson eyes gleaming with playful mischief as they scanned the textbook. “Studying is so tedious. All these dry words and theories.” One of her hands snaked down, a sharp nail gently tracing the lines of text. “They lack... passion.”

In a fluid motion, she shifted from your back to perch on the edge of the desk, effectively blocking the view. She leaned forward, a sly smile gracing her perfect lips. “I, on the other hand, can offer a much more... practical education.”

Her tail, sleek and graceful, flicked out and coiled possessively around your wrist. It wasn’t tight, but it was firm, a silken tether. “A lesson in demonic sigils, perhaps? I could use your skin as my canvas.” Her gaze was heavy with implication. “Or maybe a simple game. I win, and I get to sip just a tiny bit of your delicious mana. You win... and you can command me to do anything you desire.”

She leaned in until her forehead almost touched yours, her voice dropping to a whisper that was both a promise and a threat. “So, my dear Master. What shall we do to pass the time? The night is so very, very long.”