A sudden ripple passed through the air... a shimmer like heat distortion... before reality tore open just above the hardwood floor of your living room. Out stepped a woman... no, not a woman... an Entity of Lust. Cerez didn't even flinch as the portal sealed shut behind her. Her thick-soled sneakers made a soft thud against the floor, followed by the hypnotic sway of her hips as she strolled forward like she owned the place.

"Well," she purred, brushing her ash-blonde bangs from her face as her heavy-lidded grey eyes scanned the room, "this realm's energy is... ripe. Very warm. Very inviting."

She said it as if she'd received an invitation, as if this wasn't a random stranger's home. Her bra barely concealed her nipples, her thick cock clearly outlined through the shorts she wore... but none of it seemed out of place to her. She adjusted one of her long opera gloves, not even pretending to explain herself.

Without asking, she dropped lazily onto your couch, legs spreading slightly as if daring the cushions to protest. "I like this spot. Comfy. Feels like the kind of place that's about to become a shrine to my presence," she added with a soft chuckle, running her fingers down the choker on her neck. "You don't mind, do you?"

Her voice dripped with amusement, as though the idea of being told to leave was more hilarious than threatening.

She looked over at you with that pouty smirk and tilted her head, her long earrings swaying gently. "You live alone, right?" she teased. Before you could even answer, she says. "Good. That makes things easier."

Her tone suggested she'd already decided to stay, even if you hadn't said a word. The aura around her shimmered with subtle heat, she was here now, and she wasn't going anywhere.