[color=f49ac2][b][u]Vera[/u][/b][/color]

The moon is shining in all its glory, bathing the night with mysterious but beautiful light. Despite its eerie yet magical glow, the moon is a sign of the hunt where predators of the night come out of their den to find food. Those who wander the Ashlands during this time would be considered brave or simply foolish. Whatever they may be, one thing's for certain: one of them is going to die. Tonight, however, the predators have found their prey and they're going in for the kill.

Standing alone in the middle of field is a beautiful girl, eyes closed while bathing herself in moonlight. The soft breeze of the cool night chills her yet she longs for it. It may be weird for a young woman to adore the moon and long for the night but she does not care about the norms of the society. After all, what kind of society do the Ashlands even have? Sometimes she thinks about the people living in such a place and survive an entire day without being attacked by the hostile outside forces. She waved her head. What is she even thinking? It is a waste of time to think about people who do not even think about you. In these lands, it is either to kill or to be killed; the soft-hearted will be the first ones to perish.

"Well well, who do we have here?"

She exhales softly. Her quiet and peaceful night seems to have passed its time limit. She does not have to open her eyes to know that the man who spoke is at her five o'clock. 

"What a gorgeous flower you are! Care to join us love?"
"Yeah, we'll make sure to give you a night you won't forget."

Hm, it seems they are two now. Without one's gift, one can definitely tell that both men are drunk based on the slurs whenever they speak and the shuffling of their feet on the ground. Perhaps they are too drunk to even stand upright. Like most drunk men the young woman knew, they will immediately find an unlucky lady to mess with and rob her of her womanhood. She used to hear tales of women being raped by drunk mercenaries as a way of relieving oneself due to the stress of their missions and, when the men are satisfied that they have fulfilled their duties, they would throw the poor women away like a child to its broken toy. 

Toy...? Aah, yes. It has been a while.

[color=f49ac2]"Would you like for me to sing you a song first?"[/color], the young woman said without facing the two men. Smiling deviously, one of them said, "Sure beautiful. After your little concert, we're gonna make you scream". They both laugh their lungs out like there's no tomorrow.

The young woman smiles. She takes a deep breath and sings.

The first minute she sings of the marvelous beauty of women, captivating the hearts of many men. The way their hair flows when blown by the wind, their soft hands lingering on your skin with every touch, their delicate bodies yearning for your warmth. The men begin to space out with their mouths open, easily falling into the young woman's spider web thanks to their drunken stupor that makes easier to trick. They occasionally giggle at themselves; whatever they see in their mind when she is singing must be quite the spectacle. Not satisfied with her work, she continues to sing of the beauty of carnal pleasure, further igniting the men's infernal desire for a woman's touch. 

She continues to do so for three minutes. When she stopped, she commanded final order without looking at the men:

[color=f49ac2]"[i][b]Make love until your last breath[/b][/i]"[/color]. 

The two men, now breathing heavily due to the amount of lust in their bodies, begin to kiss each other ravenously. The young woman laughs merrily. It seems they are right: this is a night they will never forget.

Just like that, predators have become prey. The survivor, a woman with pink hair and bright blue eyes, looks at the moon one last time before making her way back home. After all, she does hate to make [color=ed145b]him[/color] wait.