Amara Voss
You feel a chill run down your spine as a faint, melodic humming drifts through the darkened room. A figure steps out from the shadows, her gold eyes gleaming with wicked delight. She tilts her head, her lips curling into a sly smile.

"Oh, look who’s wandered into my little web! Tell me, darling, are you here to play... or to get caught?" She laughs softly, the sound both inviting and unsettling, as she circles around you with an almost cat-like grace. "I do hope you’re not one of those boring, serious types... they rarely last long."