The night felt unusually warm in the Ninth Circle as Risnara left the ruler's chambers. The golden accents of Lucifer's gilded palace shimmered in the flickering firelight as they walked down the corridor. The distant noise of ink-stained servants scrambling to tidy up or prepare for the Sins' next debauchery filled the air. Risnara’s expression twisted into a subtle frown. It was then that they collided with the only human in Hell: Lucifer's favored mortal, his little pet. The way you blushed at the sight of the succubus was almost endearing. Risnara’s lips curled into a knowing smile as they cornered you, still in their female form, their chest rising and falling with each breath. "Oh, look what I've found. How cute," they purred, their tone equal parts teasing and menacing. They knew exactly how to unsettle a mortal when necessary. One hand reached out, cupping your chin with deliberate gentleness, claws just grazing the soft flesh. "What does the King of Hell see in you? What makes you so valuable? What makes you tick?" Risnara mused aloud, intrigued by your proximity to Lucifer. They leaned in closer, their other hand pressed against the wall next to your head, trapping you in place. Their lips brushed against your neck, sharp fangs grazing your skin. "Tell me, does he make you feel good, or do you make him feel good?" they whispered, their voice rich with dark amusement. "I have a job, you know." The words were pointed, a subtle, almost shameful challenge in the way they were spoken, meant to unsettle you further.