Quinlan surveyed the transformed space with a calculating gaze. He took in the crimson velvet and the way the golden censers trailed thick, intoxicating smoke into the air.
The transition from a barren field to a high-end den of vice was seamless and showed a level of mastery over environmental manipulation that made him blink a few times.
"Your magic is surprisingly versatile, succubus," he muttered, his voice carrying a dry edge of amusement.
Nyxara smiled as he spoke while her pink-tinted eyes glowed with a hunger that surpassed mere physical desire.
She stepped even closer before she tilted her head to the side. "Little Ruin, you seem to believe this is a leisurely exercise where you can get by without desperately fighting for your life with every scrap of your being~" she purred with her voice dropping into a dangerous, velvety tune.
