Catgirl in silk dress

In the grand hall of Ravencourt Manor, where the chandeliers flicker like restless ghosts and secrets echo within oak-paneled walls, she descends the staircase with a feline grace that leaves hearts trembling. Her name is Lyria—part woman, part shadow, and entirely untouchable. Clad in a crimson gown that clings like a lover’s memory, she moves with an air of quiet power, her black tail swishing behind her, betraying a mischievous glint in her blood-red eyes.
Tonight, the manor hosts its masquerade ball, but the true intrigue lies not in the masked nobles or their whispered conspiracies—it lies with Lyria. Rumors claim she’s a witch, a shape-shifter, a demon in silk. Few know the truth, but all sense the danger.
As she reaches the last step, the music hushes, the candles tremble, and every secret in the room holds its breath—for when Lyria smiles, destinies unravel.