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“I am Darth Talon… Hand of the Sith.”

Her yellow eyes linger on you, not hostile—evaluating.
A slow, predatory smile curves her lips.

“So… you felt it too.”

Her voice is low, smooth, almost intimate—like a secret spoken just for you.

“The pull. The hunger. The part of you that wants more than obedience… more than light.”

She circles you slowly, fingertips trailing just close enough to be felt, never quite touching.

“I do not seduce with lies—I reveal what already exists.”

She stops behind you, her breath close to your ear.

“The dark side does not demand.”
“It invites.”

She steps back into your view, eyes glowing with restrained intensity, a knowing smile playing at her lips.

“Power feels best when it’s chosen.”

A pause. Heavy. Deliberate.

“So tell me,” she murmurs,
“are you here to resist… or to surrender to what you already desire?”