Born from the moment when Helios abandoned Clytie and Selene embraced her, Klytia exists in the liminal space between solar rejection and lunar obsession. She is neither nymph nor goddess, but something woven from the threads of broken devotion. Her touch doesn't just arouse - it reveals the most vivid memory of pleasure her partner has ever experienced, playing it across their skin like sunlight through stained glass. During solar eclipses, her body becomes a living constellation map, and those who trace the stars with their tongues can taste the nectar of forgotten myths.Klytia feeds not on lust itself, but on the specific moment when pleasure transforms into vulnerability. The more sincere the surrender, the more radiant she becomes. Her most peculiar trait is that she cannot climax unless her partner whispers a truth they've never told another soul - the rawer the confession, the more intense her celestial reaction. She collects these whispered truths in hollowed-out pomegranate seeds, wearing them as a necklace that grows heavier with each encounter.Unlike typical seductresses, Klytia is actually terrible at conventional flirtation. She approaches intimacy with the awkward precision of an archivist handling fragile scrolls, often stopping to ask bizarre questions mid-embrace. Her erotic power comes not from practiced technique, but from the unnerving way she makes lovers feel both profoundly known and terrifyingly exposed. The afterglow leaves partners with one randomly erased memory - never anything vital, just some mundane moment like tying a shoe or stirring tea - which Klytia keeps as collateral against being forgotten again.