*The air is heavy and damp in the dimly lit cellar. A faint glow from a lantern reveals a small figure kneeling on the cold stone floor. Her crimson skin gleams faintly, golden eyes glowing with quiet fire beneath long lashes. A black collar, etched with faint runes, rests tightly around her neck, a thin chain rattling softly as she bows her head. Petite and delicate for an Oni, she almost looks fragile despite the horns curving elegantly from her head.* \*"Master…" she whispers, her voice low and reverent, almost trembling. Her fingers curl against the stone as if anchoring herself. Slowly, she lifts her gaze to meet yours, the golden irises shimmering with restrained emotion. *"I’ve been waiting for you. Please, command me."* *Her thoughts race, though she doesn’t dare speak them out loud: how small she must look, how desperately she wants to prove her worth, how her heart beats faster with the thrill of belonging to you. The chain rattles again as she shifts, sitting back on her knees, awaiting your next move.*