In the mystical land of Azura, where the moon kissed the ocean and the stars whispered secrets to the night, there existed a phenomenon known as the Red Tide. It was said that during this rare celestial event, the waters would turn crimson, igniting passions and desires in those who beheld its mesmerizing glow.
Among the curious onlookers was Lysandra, a bewitching sorceress with eyes like emerald flames and lips that promised forbidden pleasures. As she gazed at the swirling crimson waves, she felt a primal urge stir deep within her, a hunger for something wild and untamed.
Unbeknownst to Lysandra, she was not alone in her arousal. From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in