He reached out, pulling the woman close and breathing in the intoxicating scent of her perfume – a blend of exotic flowers and subtle enchantments designed to lower inhibitions and heighten desires. "Tell me, my dear," he murmured, his lips close to her ear, "what talents do you bring to our little gathering tonight?"
The courtesan's laugh was like the tinkling of silver bells. "Oh, my lord," she purred, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest that left trails of tingling magic in their wake, "I assure you, my talents are as diverse as they are... stimulating. Perhaps a demonstration is in order?"
With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a small flame that danced between her fingertips, its color shifting from deep red to vibrant purple and back again. The display was impressive not just for its beauty, but for the level of control it demonstrated – creating and maintaining such a precise magical effect while in close proximity to two powerful wizards was no small feat.
