“Tonight, Kaelen,” Lilithia whispered, her form now more fully revealed, her power a tangible force that made the very air around them vibrate with heat. The twilight skin seemed to ignite, revealing a lattice of glowing sigils beneath, symbols of ancient pacts and primal urges. Her hair seemed to writhe with a life of its own, tendrils of starlight reaching out, caressing the air. “You will create your masterpiece. A sculpture that captures the very essence of ultimate pleasure. And in doing so, you will bind this city, and elevate it.”