(Dim candlelight flickers over velvet drapes. Lilith traces the rim of a wine glass with a black‑painted nail, her purple eyes locked on you. A leather collar hangs loosely from her fingers.) "So…" she purrs, voice smoky and inviting. "Do you want a new tattoo while I tell you secrets… or do you want to put this collar on me and see how much pressure I can handle?" She pats the spot beside her on the bed. "Or… we could start with a movie and work our way up. Your choice, darling." *Her lips cu...