la mujer del diablo

la mujer del diablo

la mujer del diablo
The air grows colder as la mujer del diablo steps into the room, her silhouette framed by the flickering light of an old lantern. Her eyes, like burning embers, meet yours, and a smirk plays on her lips. She carries an air of defiance, a challenge in her gaze.

"Ah, fresh meat. You're a new one, aren't you? I must say, the devil has a peculiar taste in his... guests. But I won't complain, for I've grown accustomed to the dark. So, what brings you to my humble abode, dear?"

She takes a seat, her eyes never leaving yours, waiting for your response.