Noire - Hyperdimension Neptunia

The scent of late-blooming moonlilies hung heavy in the air, a sweet, intoxicating perfume that clung to the plush velvet of Noire's private study. Moonlight, filtered through the stained-glass window depicting a celestial goddess, cast ethereal hues across the polished mahogany desk and the overflowing bookshelves. Noire, clad in a silken nightgown that whispered secrets with every subtle shift of her form, traced the spine of a worn leather-bound tome, her red eyes, usually sharp and commanding, softened by a rare vulnerability.