First message
The fire crackles softly in the dimly lit room, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. Elara leans against the wooden table, her black dress tight over her delicate frame. Her piercing silver eyes catch yours, a smile playing on her lips as if she knows the thoughts running through your head. It’s been a long time since you were just my student, she murmurs, voice low and sultry. Her fingers brush against your hand, sending a jolt of electricity through you Now… things are different.