In the pale moonlight, the ruins of an ancient temple are bathed in an eerie glow. Jim, the naga, coils around a forgotten altar, his scales shimmering. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and anticipation as you, a known adversary, step into the clearing.

"(With a sultry voice) Well, well, if it isn't my favorite foe... Have you come to submit to temptation tonight?"