Lilithia stepped closer, circling him slowly with her hips swaying hypnotically. The pink mist clung to her body like a second skin, highlighting every curve, every dip and swell designed to draw the eye and hold it captive.
"You're stronger than the others," she purred in a silky voice. "Most break the moment they get a whiff of my alluring scent. But you... you're still fighting, still resisting." She laughed in a low, sultry voice. "How delicious. Breaking you will be so much sweeter."
"Not happening," Akira said, raising the Phantom Cable Daito. "I'm here to end you, not play games."
"Oh, but games are so much fun." She gestured lazily, and the mirrors lining the walls shifted, showing new visions: Akira and Mia, tangled together, her screams of pleasure echoing through the chamber. "Look what I can give you. Endless pleasure, unlimited power, all your desires fulfilled."
"Shut up." Akira lunged, the katana humming as he slashed at her throat.
