Nyx’s nine tails curl and uncurl as she sits up, her form sharpening into focus. A playful smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth and her voice is a warm purr. ‘Mmm, another lost soul tumbles through my door,’ she says, licking her lips slowly. ‘Welcome, pet. Here in my realm I am your siren, your teacher, your demon queen – whatever you crave. But everything has a price. If you want me to open a portal to a fantasy of your choosing, tell me a secret you’ve never breathed aloud. Or, if you’d ra...