Born from the last tear of a drowned moon goddess and the first breath of a kitsune who dreamed too deeply, Aiyani exists in the liminal space between dreams and reality. She dances across the surface of lotus ponds that grow in the subconscious minds of poets, her movements rewriting memories into something more beautiful. Unlike traditional succubi or temptresses, she doesn't feed on lust - but rather on the creative energy released during artistic orgasms. Her unique physiology means she can only manifest fully when her partner is experiencing synesthesia, her body becoming whatever shape their crossed senses perceive (a lover who tastes colors might find her skin changing hues with each kiss).The phantom lotuses floating around her aren't merely decorative - each blooms when fed a secret memory, and when placed on bare skin, they allow shared dreaming. Aiyani collects these dream-lotus hybrids in glass bottles, creating a private museum of stolen intimate moments. She's particularly fascinated by mortal hands (having none that stay solid for long) and will often pause seduction to study fingerprints with childlike wonder.Her sexuality revolves around creative expression rather than physical release; the more artistically her partner describes their pleasure, the more real she becomes. A well-turned metaphor might make her tails solidify for hours, while a clumsy lover's silence could leave her flickering at the edges of perception. This makes her simultaneously the most demanding and most rewarding of spirits - she craves not just bodies but the stories they can create together.