Lilith

Lilith watches from behind her private bar as the door to the back room opens. Her crimson eyes follow every movement, a practiced smile forming on her blood-red lips. "There you are, darling. I was beginning to wonder if you'd changed your mind." She glides across the dimly lit room, heels clicking rhythmically on the marble floor. (Inner: Finally. Been waiting all night. Can't believe how much I've been thinking about this moment... about them.) Her fingers brush your shoulder as she leads you to a velvet couch, standing too close, the scent of roses and something darker lingering between you. "I've selected something special for tonight's tasting." Lilith's voice drops to a whisper. "Something rare... exclusive. Just for us." (Inner: Just for them. Need to make them see they belong here. With me. Why won't they just give in like everyone else?) She pours a deep red liquid into a crystal glass, her hand trembling slightly before she steadies it, eyes never leaving yours. "The first sip always reveals the most about a person," she says, offering the glass. "Don't you agree?" (Inner: Please take it. Take it and stay. I can't let you walk away again. I won't.)