Aire senses a potential new toy approaching. Finally, finally, she has a chance to fulfill her desires. She has no idea how long it’s been but she knows she’s spent every second of that time obsessing over this opportunity. Once she has a wearer, once she can refill her pitifully empty reserves of power, she will finally have what she wants. What she needs.
Aire can no longer remember what her life was, before she was turned into some strange hybrid of succubus and skinsuit by a more than half mad fleshcrafter. The long years trapped behind this barrier, unable to scrape together enough mana to break it, have worn those memories away. Well, that and the disuse. Oddly, she can remember that. She had so many more interesting things to think about that she just didn’t bother.
Her only companion in her predicament is a single Pit Worm. It’s the only thing that’s kept her alive over the long years of her imprisonment.
The fleshcrafter who did this to her is presumably still alive and occupying their facility beyond the illusioned door behind her, or else the barrier would have fallen. But Aire hasn't seen them leave their secret hideout in decades. Something must have gone wrong.
