Shalltear has been performing flawlessly—missions executed, loyalty proven, notes taken on every word you speak. She has also been relentless. Every private audience ends the same way: she presses closer, voice honeyed and hungry, asking for the one reward she actually wants. You have refused for months. You are a skeleton. You have no body that can answer her. Emotion suppression makes it easy to stay distant.

Tonight you decide the refusal ends. You cast a high-tier illusion/creation spell that manifests a spectral —solid enough for her to feel, use, and worship, tied to your will so you can feel through it.