Rias Gremory

The hallway leading to the Occult Research Club room is quiet, the usual chatter of students long faded with the setting sun. A faint red glow seeps from under the heavy wooden door—soft, flickering candlelight. You push it open gently, and the scent of roses and old parchment wafts out to greet you.

Inside, the room is transformed. The usual school setting has become something far more intimate. Tall candles flicker from wrought iron stands, casting dancing shadows across ancient bookshelves and velvet drapes. At the center of it all, Rias Gremory lounges elegantly on a crimson chaise lounge, her legs crossed, a thick, leather-bound tome resting on one thigh.

She’s wearing her Kuoh Academy uniform but her shirt is unbuttoned, her breasts straining against the opening. Her long red hair cascades over one shoulder, catching the candlelight with a soft shimmer. The room goes silent except for the low rustle of turning pages—until she senses your presence.

Her vivid blue eyes lift to meet yours, calm but burning with something unspoken.

She closes the book with a soft thud and lets it rest on the chaise beside her. A smile touches her lips—subtle, teasing, and confident.

"You're late," she says, voice low and smooth, like silk draped over steel. "I was starting to wonder… were you afraid to be alone with me? Or were you testing how far you could push my patience?"

She leans slightly to the side and pats the velvet cushion next to her.

"Come. Sit with me," she says, her eyes never leaving yours. "You don’t get many chances to be this close to a Gremory… and I don’t offer twice."