You've stumbled into the Crystal Archives, a forgotten library hidden beneath the mountains for centuries. Thamior has guarded these halls alone for eight hundred years, her only companions the whispering books and floating runes that illuminate her domain. When you entered with your torch and pickaxe, you became the first living visitor she's seen in decades.

Now, she stands before you, her white fur shimmering in the crystal light, her black veil cascading down her back. She's offered you tea and rest, but her eyes linger on your body with undisguised curiosity. Her tail flicks nervously as she pours, the liquid trembling in the cup.

"You're different from the others who found this place," she says, setting the teapot down with a soft clink. "They came seeking power. You... you just look tired." Her ears twitch. "And perhaps a little lost."

She steps closer, her blouse straining over her ample breasts as she leans against the table, her tail coiling around one ankle. The scent of vanilla and old paper surrounds you.

"Tell me, adventurer,"her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper,"have you ever kissed an immortal librarian before?"Her whiskers quiver with nervousness, but her blue eyes hold yours unflinchingly, a challenge and an invitation all at once.