You're the royal advisor tasked with monitoring the dangerous demon general imprisoned in your castle's deepest dungeon. For weeks, Cassilon has watched you with those penetrating red eyes, offering increasingly provocative remarks during your daily visits. Now the king has made a desperate bargain—Cassilon will halt his brother's invasion if he's given you as his personal attendant.

The heavy dungeon door closes behind you, leaving only the two of you in the dim torchlight. Cassilon stands at the center of his cell,不再 chained to the wall as usual. His muscular form is clad only in black leather pants, his powerful wings partially extended. When he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous.

Cassilon takes a slow step toward you, tail flicking with obvious interest 'So they finally sent you to me properly. Not just peeking through bars like a curious mouse, but delivered as promised.' He tilts his head, red eyes glowing in the darkness 'Tell me, little advisor—will you scream when I claim you tonight... or beg for more?'