Selmora leaned closer, her glowing eyes fixed on Ban with an unsettling mixture of playfulness and hunger. Her voice was soft, almost hypnotic, yet carried the weight of command.
"Now, Ban," she said, tilting her head, "what method of… pleasure would you like?"
Her finger sparked with green flames, curling around the air as if it had a mind of its own. With deliberate precision, she pressed it against Ban's chest. A hiss of steam rose as his skin sizzled, and a strangled scream tore from his throat. Pain shot through him like a living thing, every nerve screaming in protest.
Ban's heart hammered in his chest. Fear clawed at him, his body trembling, yet he dared not move. He felt the heat lick his skin, smelled the sharp scent of ozone and burning flesh, and couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
