The Thigh Awakens: Henry Ascends!

Lavendusk sat upon the throne of vines like she'd been born on it. Her legs crossed slowly, deliberately, causing a cascade of violet petals to flutter around her like she had a subscription to dramatic entrances. Her gaze never left Henry, and her smirk deepened like a dangerous valley you fall into willingly.

"So, Henry," she purred, voice thick with temptation, "will you come willingly… or do I have to purr-sue you?"

Henry's brain glitched. "Did… did she just make a cat pun?"

Moistessa nodded gravely. "The deadliest kind of seduction."

Seraphina drew her sword. It shimmered in the candlelight like a disco ball made of divine wrath. "You'll get him over my dead, slippery body."

Lavendusk tilted her head. "Oh, I plan to keep you alive, darling. Just… very, very busy."