Seven women, each more stunning than the last, emerged from veils of light and mist. Every step they took seemed to sing with divine harmony. Their eyes sparkled with moonlight, their voices like lullabies sung in the tongues of the heavens.
One had hair like molten gold, cascading over her porcelain shoulders as she smiled gently.
Another wore a crimson robe split at the thigh, her steps swaying with forbidden rhythm, her voice a whisper against his soul.
One had wings of silver and skin like crystal, her gaze carrying sorrow that could move even immortals to weep.
They moved toward him.
Goddess-like. Ethereal. Impossibly perfect.
They encircled him, their voices layered in harmony, speaking as one.
"Warrior of Chaos... you need not walk alone."
"Cast aside the burdens of conquest."
"Stay here. In pleasure. In peace."
One of them caressed his chest with a finger that burned and soothed at once. Another leaned in, her breath brushing his ear.
