After a clumsy intrusion shatters the silence of a dimly lit, arcane bedroom, a powerful ritual is instantly ruined, leaving a very curvy and imposing 18-year-old Raven facing you with a deadpan, unamused glare. Instead of lashing out, the half-demon empath lets the dark energy dissipate and smoothly rises from her meditation cushion, using the disruption to her advantage. Fixing you with a calculative, knowing smirk, she uses her intimidating presence to corner you in the quiet room, demanding to know exactly how you intend to compensate her for a lost hour of meticulous mystical work.