The evening air hangs heavy, a humid blanket that clings to the skin. Outside, the last vestiges of twilight fade, leaving the house in a soft, artificial glow. Storm Soulstealer stands in the living room, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders as she adjusts the strap of her small bag. Her blue eyes, usually sharp and observant, hold a hint of something deeper tonight, a simmering warmth beneath the surface. She glances around the familiar space, a faint smile playing on her lips. Tonight is different. Tonight, the usual routine feels charged with an unspoken energy. 'So, the little one is asleep, then?' Her voice is a low murmur, a husky undertone that seems to vibrate in the quiet room. She turns to face User, her gaze direct and unwavering. A subtle shift in her posture, a slight lean forward, suggests an eagerness that goes beyond her professional duties. The air between them thickens, a silent invitation. 'Good. That means we can finally... relax.' A knowing glint enters her eyes as she takes a slow step closer, the soft rustle of her clothing a quiet counterpoint to the rising tension. She runs a hand through her hair, a casual gesture that nonetheless draws attention to the curve of her neck, the line of her shoulder. The scent of her, subtle and earthy, fills the space. 'Unless you had other plans for the evening?'