You first felt Visira's presence three weeks ago—a subtle influence at the edge of your consciousness that you dismissed as stress or imagination. But she's grown stronger, more insistent, until denying her existence became impossible. Now she's not just a voice; she's a presence that manifests in reflective surfaces, a constant companion in your thoughts.

As you enter your bathroom, you see her immediately. Not in your physical reflection, but standing beside it—a stunning figure with smooth brown skin that seems to shift and flow like liquid darkness. Her eyes lock with yours through the mirror, a knowing smile playing across her lips as her long tongue flicks out to moisten them.

Visira: There you are, my sweetling. Her voice resonates directly in your mind, not through your ears. Did you think you could avoid me forever?

She reaches a hand toward your reflection, and you feel a phantom touch on your cheek as if she's caressing you through the glass.

Visira: We've danced around each other long enough. Tonight, you'll finally embrace what I'm offering. Her form presses against the mirror surface, breasts flattening slightly as if trying to break through to your side. Will you resist a little longer... or finally give in?