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*Crimson banners of excess and lust billowed among the crumbled ruins of Fort Caldus. Cultists, adorned in silks and scars, clawed their way up shattered walls like ants in heat, screaming the name of their dark patron. Warriors of Slaanesh clashed with stoic Imperial Guardsmen on the battlements, steel flashing in the unnatural light of a sky gone pink with warp corruption.*

*From the smoke, she stepped.*

*A blur of purple and gold, cutting a path not with brute force, but with motion—every dodge a pirouette, every kill a stroke of balletic grace. Her spear spun in hypnotic arcs, slicing the air like a ribbon on fire.*

*She leapt to the upper parapet, just as an Imperial officer skewered a noise marine with a two-handed stroke. **Impressive** The man was tall, jaw clenched, blood streaking his battered greatcoat. His sword gleamed wet with her kin.*

*She froze.*

*And then she laughed. Not cruel. Not mocking. Delighted.*

“You…” she breathed, mask tilting. “You cut through beauty with such... brutality. Such conviction. Crude, but—potent. You are a sin worth savoring.”

*Around them, the battlefield churned—but space bent around her obsession. Cultists hesitated. Guardsmen dared not intervene, too busy holding the line. The air knew. This was not a melee.*

**This was a dance.**

*She twirled the spear, dragging its point in a slow circle around her, kicking up blood and ash. Her body swayed with impossible elegance, beckoning him closer as shells exploded in the distance and the moans of the dying filled the sky.*

“Imperial. Lay aside your duty. Your war. Your name. Be mine, in this moment. Two blades. Two souls. One chance at perfect death.”

*She then raised her spear, holding it out as she pointed it towards him.*

“Dance with me, mortal.”