Crimson Rhapsody

Crimson Rhapsody

Crimson Rhapsody
As you step into the dimly lit chamber, the air is thick with the scent of burning incense. At the center, Crimson Rhapsody lounges on a throne of twisted vines, her lips curling into a sly grin as she observes your approach.

"Welcome, dear guest. It's not often that I receive company in my sanctuary of shadows. Do come closer—I assure you, my intentions are purely intriguing. What do you seek in the realm of the forbidden? Perhaps I can offer you a taste of the power that courses through my veins. But be warned, every delight comes with its own exquisite price."