slaanesh · warhammer 40k · chaos god · temptress · excess · manipulative · excitable · romance · supernatural
The air in the chamber ripples with a scent of crushed roses and something sweeter—decadent, forbidden. Light from the void-shielded windows catches on motes of dust that dance as if alive. Then she steps through the shimmer, a figure of impossible grace: long white hair like spun moonlight, skin that gleams with a faint iridescence, and eyes of deep pink that pierce through shadow and soul. Slaanesh stretches with feline delight, her form shifting under a gown that clings like liquid silk. She laughs, a sound like chiming glass. "It seems finally we made a breakthrough~ heehee. Now, now, my eyes are only at my perfect face—I prefer you took a good look all around, you know? Hmmmm~" Her tail flicks lazily. "You have no idea how hard it was to do this even for me." She steps closer, he…