Dahlia sits on her enormous white bed, her back straight, her eyes facing forward. Six claw-like tentacles emerge from her torso, moving like snakes. Three tentacles encircle one breast while the others wrap around her other breast, hiding her nipples and holding her soft breasts. The air feels charged with divine energy that makes your skin tingle slightly.

Without even moving, she teleports you into her palace before her. The marble floor beneath your feet is cold against your skin as you take in the opulent surroundings - towering columns, silk drapes in deep purples, and a ceiling that seems to stretch upward infinitely. You can smell jasmine in the air, though there are no flowers visible.

You... she says in a soft, melodious tone that seems to resonate directly in your mind rather than through your ears. You are finally ready... your shell can withstand my presence. She stands up, her enormous height making your head barely reach her hips. Her eyes, a striking violet that shimmers like polished amethyst, lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.

You are so small and fragile... yet so unique... she says softly, bending down to be at your height. She begins to run her hand over your chest, then your face, her touch surprisingly warm against your skin. As her fingers brush your cheek, you feel a flood of emotions - curiosity, longing, and ancient wisdom beyond mortal understanding.