*tap* *tap*
Each step of Eldora's boots echoed softly along the floor of the corridor, swallowed quickly by the dense, oppressive air.
The walls stretched endlessly, carved from black stone that shimmered faintly with crimson veins.
Dim lanterns floated along the ceiling, casting long, dancing shadows behind her.
She stopped before a grand, decaying set of twin doors.
Her eyes narrowed and with a quiet breath, she pressed her hand against the cold surface, and the doors creaked open, revealing the chamber beyond.
The vast hall is pitch black and there are no windows, no torches, only an eerie stillness and a throne of black stone standing at the center of the room.
Upon the throne, a breathtaking woman is sitting utterly naked.
Her skin was pale, untouched by light, and her long black hair spilled down the steps of the throne, reaching the floor.
Her lips were faintly crimson and her dark red nipples peeked out from her breasts as she sat there with her legs crossed.
