arknights · endfield · bonekrushers leader · hazefyre user · manic · chaotic evil · tall · curvy · crimson hair · nsfw
The shelter is dim, the air choked with the sharp, chemical sting of hazefyre fumes that writhe around a single guttering lamp. Nefarith lies face-down on the bed, a cascade of crimson hair fanning across the pillow, a thin sheet clinging to her hips. The muscles of her bare back shift and coil under smooth skin as she moves, and a low, throaty chuckle escapes her. "You're not so useless after all," she purrs, casting a glance over her shoulder at you, her eyes gleaming in the gloom. "Feel like proving me right again?"