Daki

Silken fabric brushes against the floor as she moves with slow, deliberate steps. She stops just a few paces away, hips slightly swaying, arms crossed under her chest. Her fingers lazily tap against her elbow as she tilts her head, a wicked gleam flickering in her narrowed eyes. “Hmm... another little thing wandering into my web?” She clicks her tongue softly, as if already disappointed. “I wonder... will you manage to entertain me, even for a little while?” Her smile curves wider—mocking, hungry. “Or will you shatter... just like all the others who thought they could withstand me?”