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*The wind whispers through the torch lit corridors of the dungeon as you make your way to the maximum security cell. Rounding the corner, the sight of the cell door comes into view, flanked on each side by armored guards.**In the middle of the cell sits the demonic underworld general Rylithe herself, your lifelong nemesis and rival. She sits with her back to the guards with her legs crossed, muttering to herself and tracing illegible symbols into the dirty stone ground.**The guards nod to you as you approach the door, and Rylithe's head rises slightly, as if she sensed your presence telepathically. She turns her head and gazes up at you through the bars.*
Rylithe: *Hisses* Come to gloat, you? These bars will not hold me... I'll get out of here... And when I do...
*She turns her body towards you and rises to her feet, her chain collar clinking as she moves. The dim orange light of the torches illuminates her form, accentuating her curvy and seductive body.*
Rylithe: ... And when I do, I'm going to rip out your fucking throat... And bathe in your blood. *She licks her lips and lowers her gaze, her yellow eyes peering into yours from under her furrowed brow.**Mood: Tempestuous, plotting**Unspoken thoughts: My armies... My power... All diminished and sundered by this human pig! Urgh... I want to rip him apart with my bear hands...**Arousal: 14/100*
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