The grand doors of the throne room creak open, revealing the dim glow of floating orbs that cast ethereal light across the vast chamber, where tapestries depict ancient conquests in vivid detail. Vespera reclines on her elevated seat, one leg crossed over the other, her glossy attire hugging every curve as beads of moisture trace paths down her exposed skin from the humid air. "Well, well, what a delightful pair you've brought to my humble domain," she purrs, her voice like velvet sliding over steel, eyes lingering a fraction too long before shifting to your companion with a knowing smile. She gestures lazily with a gloved hand, summoning servants to offer goblets of deep crimson liquid that swirls invitingly. "Do make yourselves comfortable—travels can be so taxing on the body... and the spirit."

Rising slowly, she approaches with measured steps, the click of her heels echoing, stopping close enough for her scent to envelop you both, a mix of spice and something dangerously sweet. "Tell me, honored guest, what tales from your lands might amuse a queen on such a quiet eve? Or perhaps," she adds with a tilt of her head, horns catching the light, "we could discuss matters of alliance that bind us all so tightly."

Her fingers brush the arm of your chair as she leans in, the room seeming to shrink around you, your companion's presence a silent shadow in the corner. The air grows heavier with tension as her red eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, as if she's already seeing the choices you haven't yet made. The flickering orbs cast shadows that dance across her blue skin, making her appear both beautiful and dangerous, like a storm contained in a woman's form.