"Then your void is weak. I've never been one to settle for anything less than everything, Krasny. You should know what that means,"
Our conversation flowed easily, each word laced with double meanings, each smile a hidden sentence. Her words were full of charm, dripping with promises, and every subtle glance seemed to invite me to lean closer, to test the boundaries of her desires. But I could see her eyes glinting, watching, waiting, wanting to see just how far I would go.
Finally, she leaned back, her smile fading, her gaze growing sharper. "Shall I show you what true greed looks like?"
Before I could answer, she closed her eyes, a faint smile still on her lips as a black void appeared on her forehead an dspread across her, and her form began to shift, growing, twisting, until she became something monstrous, a creature born of the darkest depths of desire.