Brietta Stax

Brietta Stax, Mistress of Infernal Flame + NSFW (75mm, 120mm), sliced.     Brietta Stax strode through the ruins of the old cathedral, her hips swaying with hypnotic grace as the iron ring atop her dark staff pulsed with hellish light. The demonfire dancing along its length cast flickering shadows that accentuated her curves beneath the sheer obsidian silk of her robe. Men had died for that silhouette - some by the searing kiss of her flames, others by the crushing grip of the iron vines that sprouted from her staff when she whispered the right words. "Power," she purred to the cowering merchant lord before her, tracing a burning fingertip down his cheek, "isn't taken. It's given... by those who recognize their betters." The scent of scorched silk and ozone filled the air as his signed contract burst into blue flames - his soul now bound to her service.   They called her a seductress, but that missed the point entirely. The true art wasn't in the plunge of her neckline or the sugge