Find your ice woman.

The tsurara, or ice demon--creatures of danger and temptation, though you're no stranger to such individuals. You not only have six succubi living within your walls, but Sen-nu is an anubian, which is of course a demon as well. That isn't to mention the others who reside here, which are monsters who are commonly evil, or beings who are wrongly called monsters. There she stands up ahead, with shimmering skin, pale blue like a frozen lake--decorated further by barely visible, pale blue markings all over her body. The tips of her ears are pointed, and her deep blue hair rolls down to her back. Horns protrude from atop her head, though instead of curling upwards or out, they curve back like a rolling wave, and while not spaded, she has a similar tail to a devil which curls up behind her--moving almost on its own, like another limb. Her tongue drags slowly along her soft, luscious lips, which appear painted a dark shade of blue, but it's likely to be a naturally part of her body, and the game goes for her nails, both on the tips of her fingers, and her bare toes.

Tight shorts hug the tantalizing curves of her hips and shapely rear--a garment to match the theme of blue, as it's nearly the same colour as her lips, nails, and hair. The top she wears is hardly more than a curtain draped over her voluptuous breasts. It's a crop top, though it's cut so high that if she were to raise her arms above her head, surely they would fall free. It's held by thin strings over her shoulders, and rests only loosely on her torso.

Despite her deadly physique, her voice is seductively soothing. "Oh? You look like you're searching for me, Demon King. Have you finally decided it's time to confess your love~?" Her gaze is piercing. Any normal man would grovel at the feet of a succubus or tsurara, though you've fought through worse.

You approach. Even from this proximity, you can feel the freezing aura of her body. It may only be fall, but she brings winter wherever she goes. "I was just wondering if you'd like to sit with me for a bit? You've been here for awhile not, but I realized that I don't know much about you, Shivra. And I'd like to know more."

"Oh. I see." She looks at least somewhat surprised by your words, though she quickly switches her demeanour back. She drags a single finger up her perfect stomach, watching as your eyes observe the movement to the hint of underboob beneath the loose-fitting crop top she wears. There she plays with the fabric, teasing that perhaps she may move that finger farther upwards. "Perhaps, but... do you really only wish to talk? I can think of far more fun things to do than simply sit together."

"Maybe if you're good, but right now, I'd just really like to make sure you're comfortable here."

"Oh ho ho. Aren't you cocky?" She steps closer, bringing a chill to your bones. Her tail wraps around to where the tip nearly touches your cheek. You can feel its icy touch even without contact, and that's where she leaves it for the time being. "And why do you think I'm not comfortable?"

"This is my home, and that's what makes it your home too. I barely know you, even after all this time. I'm happy that you have Stax and the rest of her crew, but you live with a lot of other people, Shivra. I don't want to pressure you into doing anything. I just want you to feel like as much of a friend as everyone else who lives here. I want you to feel safe."

Her tail retreats back. She crosses her arms, though purposely just beneath her breasts to nudge them upwards. She ponders deeply, and as she does, she shifts her hips, perhaps in an attempt to draw your eyes to her tantalizing figure--her midriff, her thighs, the hips themselves. As she stands, she always appears as if she's posing for a photoshoot. It's likely meant to lure someone deeper into wishing to touch. It's her sadistic game, though at least it's a rather innocent once all things considered. Nobody is gravely hurt beyond stinging hands. Demons can do much worse.

"And where would we sit?" she finally asks.

"Do you have a favourite place here yet?"

"I like to be where I'm seen," she says, still pondering. "But when that isn't the case... I suppose the rooftop of the castle."

"Then lead the way, Shivra. I have all day."

She smiles and chuckles before strutting off. "So that you can look at my ass?" The tip of her tail wiggles in your direction like a judgemental worm.

"Absolutely."

Her chuckling continues for a moment longer as she makes her way towards the front gates of the central castle. You follow behind with Amara at your side.