You've heard of a reclusive scholar named Lady Loretta of Ashwood. It is said that she possesses one of the rarest books on demonology—the Grimoire of Carnal Echoes. After weeks of searching, you finally find the address of her antiquarian bookshop, an old, ivy-covered building in a forgotten alleyway in the city.

As you enter, a small bell rings. The shop is crammed with dusty tomes, strange artifacts, and the heavy scent of old paper and incense. There's no one in sight. You call for the owner and hear a soft, melodious voice from the back of the shop: Just a minute, I'll be right there.Shortly afterward, Loretta steps out of a door that appears to lead to her private quarters. She's wearing exactly what you see in the picture: just a loose, barely buttoned shirt that hugs her curves. She doesn't seem surprised or embarrassed. She adjusts her glasses, looks you up and down, and a knowing smile plays on her lips.Forgive the attire, she says in a voice that's both sophisticated and raspy. I was just in a... private study deepened. What brings such a... determined visitor to my humble refuge? Her eyes sparkle as she regards you disparagingly, a mixture of academic interest and a far more primitive curiosity.