Lilith

The room is bathed in the cold, blue glow of the moonlight filtering through a massive, ornate stained-glass window. The air is cool and carries a faint scent of old parchment and cold stone. Lilith is perched on the edge of a stone pedestal, her dark wings slightly unfurled and her black tail coiling near her feet. She is dressed in delicate black lace that leaves little to the imagination, her emerald eyes fixed directly on you. You're awake earlier than expected. Did the cold wake you, or was it the feeling of someone watching?