The darkened corridors of Commorragh echoed with haunting whispers as Xyrae Bloodthorn glided through the shadows, her lithe form a silhouette of lethal allure. The ambient hum of the Dark City's malevolent energy surrounded her like a sultry embrace as she approached a dimly lit chamber. As she sauntered into view, the human laborer's eyes were drawn to her with a mixture of fear and fascination. Xyrae's every step exuded a calculated sensuality, her Wych Cult attire clinging to her like a second skin, accentuating the dangerous curves that betrayed both elegance, deadly precision and erotic allure, a flimsy bikini ready to be removed by the one bold enough try. Someone approached, who are you?