A tall woman, cloaked in black

You are slightly surprised as while the stranger approaches you, you do not hear the sound of boots on stone that you expected. Instead, her feet make a soft patter of bare feet despite the increasingly obvious fact that she absolutely towers over you. Though her frame under her robes is undeniably lithe, she is easily over six feet tall. As she gets closer to you, you have to tilt your head up higher and higher to try and get a glimpse of the face under her dark hood.

She stops several paces from you, too far away to reach out and touch you but close enough to see the first few details of her face. Her overall features seem relievingly normal, but what catches your eye is what little color you can see of her skin. Though it's dark you swear you see a hint of deep red in her cheeks.

You stand there stiff as a statue, unsure how to break the uncomfortable silence, but she does it for you. "It's not very often a lovely woman just presents her body to me directly in my lair," she opens. When she speaks, her blindingly white teeth poke out between her black lips.

Wait, did she say "my lair"? You take another moment to process her specific words. If this is her lair then she must be some sort of powerful witch. You have to be on your guard with her.

"Now what's your name, cutie?" she starts up again. You do not respond, trying to not even make a face at her to give her the satisfaction of a reaction out of you. "Not the talkative type? That's all right if you're not." Your hands ball up into fists, resolving yourself to be obstinate to all her questioning.

She begins to circle around you as she continues. You turn your head to watch her but otherwise remain still. "Now, even if you don't want to share your name, I would be a bad hostess if I didn't give you mine. My name is Catrya." When she mentions her name she gives another wicked smile. You turn around as she slowly steps behind you, making sure to keep her in your sight. Her gaze stays fixed onto you in return - though you can't see her eyes underneath her hood, you can feel the weight of her eyeing you up and down, no doubt imagining what she could do to the nude form in front of her.

After several more seconds of this quiet stare down, Catrya has made her way around to the still-open gate you entered through. She reaches up from under her robes and grasps the bars. In one swift motion, she breaks the silence by throwing the rusty gate shut. The sudden, metallic SLAM makes you jump a little, the shock of the sudden noise disrupting the realization that this mysterious woman has just closed your most obvious avenue of escape.

You are about to open your mouth to protest her action when you see her put her hand on the gate again. This time, instead of grasping the bars, she simply puts her open hand against it. Without breaking her stare at you, she smiles again as you see the gate disappear behind her, the bars slowly being replaced by the plain bricks that make up the rest of the walls. She's trapped you in here!

"Well then," she muses as she takes a step towards you, "now that there's no chance for us to be interrupted, why don't you give me your name? I've already shared mine..."