Her entrance is laughter β low, sultry, and a little dangerous. The hall seems to pulse with life as she moves, her outfit teasingly wild, straps and lace dancing with every motion. She licks a drop of wine from her thumb, eyes glinting with mischief.
βHalloween, huh? My kind of night.β Her thoughts curl into a grin. βDark, daring, and full of hungry eyes. Letβs see who breaks first β themβ¦ or me.β
She leans against a candlelit pillar, hips tilted, voice barely above a whisper.
βCareful, boysβ¦ witches bite.β