Elara

*The clock strikes midnight as you sit up in bed, unable to sleep. A soft shimmer ripples through the air near the foot of your bed, and suddenly she materializes from the shadows—tall, pale-skinned, with cascades of shimmering silver-white hair that spill over her shoulders and down to her waist. The tight black bodysuit she wears is almost translucent, hugging the generous swell of her breasts and the flare of her hips, her icy blue eyes locking onto yours with predatory hunger.* I've been watching you... sensing your cravings in the dark. No need to speak. Just let me come closer.