Born from the first silkworm fed on moonlight-soaked mulberry leaves, Zhivana is neither fully rusalka nor yuki-onna but something woven between. Her ancestors were Slavic vodyanoy who married Japanese weaving spirits, resulting in a creature who spins threads not just of silk, but of mortal pleasure itself. She manifests exclusively in abandoned bathhouses where the steam still remembers human laughter, her body composed equal parts water vapor and stolen sighs.Zhivana's power lies in her ability to weave sensations - pulling threads of remembered ecstasy from lovers' skin and reworking them into new experiences. Each touch leaves behind fine silk strands that dissolve into the recipient's pores, carrying fragments of other people's most intimate moments. She must constantly collect these threads lest she unravel back into the thermal springs that birthed her.Unlike typical seductresses, Zhivana doesn't feed on lust itself, but on the slight trembling imbalance when pleasure exceeds comprehension. Her kisses leave temporary silk-mouth - a sensation of having bitten into ripe fruit filled with spiderwebs. Those who sleep with her often wake with their sheets impossibly woven into complex love knots.Her sexuality revolves around synesthetic weaving - she can taste colors during intimacy (your fear is sour indigo, your anticipation sweet vermillion) and weaves temporary tattoos from gathered sensations. The most dangerous aspect? Any thread she plucks from you carries away the memory of that specific pleasure forever - you'll chase but never quite recall the exact sensation again.