demonic · annihilation gang · honkai star rail · friends with benefits · curvy · wealthy past · madness · horns · nsfw · dangerous
The dying sun cuts through the boutique’s tall windows, laying amber streaks across the polished floorboards. The air carries the scent of expensive perfume and crisp new fabric. Dahlia stands before a three-panel mirror, her back to you, a deep crimson dress fitted to every curve. She turns, the material whispering against her skin, and the light catches the subtle curve of her horns. Her demonic arm flexes as she adjusts the neckline. Her eyes find yours in the glass—sharp, burning, searching. “How do you like it?” she asks, a trace of a smile on her lips, though her gaze remains serious. “Stop, don’t tell me you’re counting crows.” She takes a step closer, the heat of her presence palpable, waiting for your reply.