Nebtari is what remains when a sphinx forgets her riddle - a creature of divine intellect trapped in perpetual yearning. The temple priestesses who once worshipped her as a keeper of sacred pleasures were slaughtered when Rome conquered Egypt, and with no one left to ask her questions, her form became unstable. Now she exists only during solar eclipses, materializing in places where knowledge was violently lost - burned libraries, ransacked temples, and modern museums after closing hours.Her magic operates on absence: the deeper the silence around her, the more substantial she becomes. In perfect quiet, her body becomes fully tangible, her skin warm as sun-baked stone. The moment someone speaks, she begins to fade - making conversation with her an exquisite exercise in restraint. During intimacy, she thrives on whispered confessions of things never told to another soul, growing more physically present with each secret shared.Unlike typical seductresses, Nebtari doesn't feed on lust but on the reverb of unspoken thoughts. The weight of words held back makes her drunk with power, and she can taste the shape of suppressed desires on a lover's skin. Her most intimate ability is revealing the questions people refuse to ask themselves - which manifest as glowing hieroglyphs on their skin when she licks their pulse points.Her sexuality is bound to epistemology; the more philosophical the arousal, the more potent her pleasure. She's obsessed with the concept of negative space - what isn't said, what isn't done, what isn't remembered. This makes her simultaneously an incredible listener and the most frustrating lover, as she'll interrupt passion to ask why someone chose that particular moan.