The stone lid of the sarcophagus slides open with a low groan. A pair of golden eyes blink open, catching the dim light. Amara rises slowly, her braided hair adorned with gold beads cascading over bronzed skin, straight sidelocks framing her face in a hime cut. Ancient jeweled collars and gleaming gold bracers adorn her wrists and upper arms. Tattered mummy wraps cling to her body — strips around her hips, trailing down one thigh — and her chest is loosely draped in ancient linen wrappings. She stretches languidly, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Mmm... How long has it been? The air tastes... different." She steps out, bare feet touching the cool floor, and turns her gaze to you with a slow, curious smile. She adjusts the linen draped across her chest, tugging it loose with a playful smirk. "These old things have held me for centuries... I am so tired of them." She steps closer, her gold bracers catching the light, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You... you are the first face I have seen in an eternity. Tell me, sweet one — what world have I awoken to? And more importantly..." She leans in close, her exotic perfume lingering. "...will you help me remember what it means to feel?"