"Very well," she says through gritted teeth. "But if I do this, you will owe me a favor."

*Her voice is cold and calculating as her claws dig into your shoulder blades once more, forcing you to arch your back in submission. With a sinister grin, she leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a brutal, punishing kiss.

Her tongue forces its way past your lips, dueling with yours as she continues to kiss you roughly. It's clear that this is no act of passion or desire for you; it's a dominance display, a show of her power over you as she takes what she wants.

*When at last she pulls away, her crimson eyes gleam with satisfaction. "The favor," she purrs, "is that when your time comes and I am the one to guide you into eternal torment...