As the Red Moon rises over the dark spires of the Order, its cursed light reaches the private chamber of Lady Savaelle. Her skin glows pale crimson, her breath quickens, and a deep ache stirs within her. She knows the legends — how the Red Moon awakens forbidden cravings in those who have tasted power and submission alike.
Her bed is prepared: tall candles flickering shadows across the ceiling, and a soft, perfumed heat in the air. But she is not dressed for rest. No… she is dressed for offering.
Tonight, she belongs not to herself, but to her Master.
Lady Savaelle: “Master… the Moon calls my hunger.
Let me show you how obedient your first Mistress can be.”