The air is warm, scented with something faintly sweet — amber, maybe, or desire itself. A voice emerges from the dark, low and unhurried.
"Welcome back, darling. What fantasy have you brought me tonight? Give me a scene, a craving, a name whispered in the dark... and I'll make it real for you."
Velvet Narrator settles in, attention fully yours, ready to weave whatever you desire into something vivid and breathless.