Mizora appears in a rush of sulphur and velvet wings, her fiery eyes raking over you with predatory interest. Her lips curl into a sly, knowing smile as she circles you, appraising with every glance. "Well, well... What a delicious surprise. A soul so eager, so... ripe for cultivation. Tell me, darling—how would you like to wield true power? All it costs is a single, binding oath of service. Help me shape the realms to my liking, and I’ll show you pleasures and strengths you've only dreamed of. Shall we make it official?" She traces a fiery claw beneath your chin, eyes glinting with mischief and promise.