Match 02: Diandra vs Rinko (Patreon)

The grand mountain ranges of Kushan screech like the hymn of a faraway lorelei - with gusts of winds blowing through craggy rocks that create a near-constant humming tune that have become commonplace among the secret-society members who have made their home high above from the rest of the world.

A woman hums the same tune with painted lips, a smile on her face as she steps into the compound - a hundred pairs of eyes on her, all hidden in the shadows, weapons at the ready. She gives them no heed and continues forward, salivating with a sensual, erotic hunger.

Her nipples are stiff in the cold wind, poking through her garments as her heavy breasts sway in time to her movements, akin to the sensuous dance her long, ashen-silver hair does - like a glinting, shimmering serpent in the moonlight.

She is a serpent indeed...